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

Chapter 787 The Green-Skinned Gambling Invitation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Guilliman has finally calmed down? That's faster than I expected."

"He initially said that he didn't need the assistance of armored vehicles, claiming it would affect the mobility of the assault troops in the Greenskin Orc Underworld. I knew he would be proven wrong."

"Although he is easily swayed, he is also quick to sober up and won't be constantly controlled by his emotions."

Upon receiving Guilliman's distress signal, Losi immediately deployed the support forces that had been prepared to the orbit of Skullcrusher.

This war broke out in the underground world, which had been excavated and transformed into an incredibly complex and unique environment by the green-skinned orcs.

Vehicle units such as armored personnel carriers, heavy tanks, and knight mechs, which are most common in the Empire, are extremely difficult to deploy in this unique battlefield environment.

However, this was not a major problem for Rosie.

In the face of such a battlefield with exceptionally complex terrain and harsh environment, the transformation technology he brought back from the Transformers universe found a great opportunity to shine.

A support force consisting of dozens of Stormbirds, Thunderhawk gunships, and Overlord armed gunships quickly entered the atmosphere of Skullshatterer.

The Tengu mecha flew alongside and escorted these giant airships, making them appear exceptionally small in comparison.

The fighter jets roared down, maintaining extremely high cruising speeds as they approached the planet's surface, almost suicidally heading towards the ground.

Just a second before they were about to crash, these gunboats and fighter jets suddenly turned their noses up, widened their frontal area, and began to decelerate, presenting an incredibly thrilling maneuver similar to the Cobra maneuver.

However, it is not the pilots who control them to perform these operations, but the fighter jets themselves.

Their cabins and frames cracked instantly, rotating and deforming rapidly like a Rubik's Cube. By the time they landed, they had transformed into a peculiar humanoid upright posture.

The most massive of the overlord gunships transforms into a metal giant about thirty meters tall, with giant wings attached to its back and rocket nozzles still releasing plasma flames.

Meanwhile, the tanks and armored vehicles carried inside its cabin also began to undergo spectacular transformations during their time in the air after being thrown out.

The distorted sound effect of "kukukukiki" echoed throughout the venue.

In just a few seconds, the gunboats, tanks, speedboats and other vehicles that were airdropped onto the ground all transformed into humanoid forms similar to Transformers.

These are the results of Roshi bringing the AllSpark and the Matrix of Leadership back to the Warhammer universe and localizing them.

The mechanical creations in the Warhammer universe inherently possess machine spirits, and after being exposed to the AllSpark's special radiation, these machine spirits undergo an upgrade in intelligence.

The machine spirit is only a vague self-awareness, but the transforming vehicle after being exposed to the AllSpark radiation has already acquired a clear intelligence.

Theoretically speaking, the intelligent life forms that these vehicles transform into can all be categorized as "Transformers".

"Advance into the Underworld, in support of the Primarch, Robert Guilliman."

"Transformers, attack!"

The giant, transformed from a powerful gunboat, spoke up, saying that his size was too large to be suitable for assault operations in confined spaces.

However, after he took two steps forward, the giant, who was over thirty meters tall, began to disintegrate and transform.

His body split into three separate mechs, which continued to transform into independent units similar to knight mechs.

Armored vehicles such as the Thunderhawk gunship, Stormbird, Sikaran tank, Land Raider, Imperial Blade, and Apocalypse Tank, transformed into a fully armed Transformers army through the action of the internal transformation gears.

They maintain a similar human form, but their height and armor thickness are completely different, with adjustments made to emphasize the characteristics of the original vehicles.

These transforming iron men landed directly through the passage opened by the warship's light spears.

They moved faster in the underground world than one might imagine. Their human form allowed them to use their limbs to traverse steep slopes and abysses that were insurmountable by vehicle systems, and to crawl through narrow passages to continue their journey.

In their mind processors, the direction of the primordial gene shines like a beacon.

Whether it was a thick layer of rock or a metal fortress built by some green-skinned orcs blocking their way, they were all blasted into pieces by the particle cannons in their hands.

The heavy knight mech transformed from the Emperor's Poison Blade became the vanguard, its powerful punches breaking through obstacles and clearing the way for its comrades.

While Guilliman was resting, he suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound coming from the passage behind him.

The combat assistance system indicated that these were reinforcements sent by Loshi, so Guilliman simply turned around to observe out of curiosity, without much tension.

The towering rock walls and metal ruins were blasted apart by a single shot, and then a giant about ten meters tall, covered in solid alloy armor, emerged from them.

The searchlight beams pierced through the dusty air, making the figures of these metal giants appear even taller.

The knight armor transformed from the Emperor's Blade arrived before Guilliman and bowed slightly to the Primarch in respect.

Other, slightly smaller but equally lifelike, transforming Iron Men also arrived, quickly changing their forms to the astonishment of the Space Marines.

“I know that Roche explained the wonders of the transformation technology to me.”

"But it was the first time I'd ever seen it with my own eyes."

"Especially since the vehicles that are transformed are the ones we are familiar with."

Guilliman took a deep breath, slowly stepped forward, and used his hands to feel the weight and reliability of the Emperor's Poison Blade before him.

In such a bizarre environment, to receive support from the Imperial tank forces is simply unbelievable.

Furthermore, these tanks and vehicles can transform into Knight Mech forms.

Although their firepower is slightly reduced in human form, their mobility and flexibility are greatly enhanced.

After reuniting with the Transformers, Guilliman's confidence soared, and he ordered the march to continue towards the Orc warlord Schwarzenegger.

Transformers led the way, Sentinels and Iron Man covered the flanks, while the original Space Marines were tightly surrounded in the middle.

"Without the assistance of these iron men, my soldiers would have had to use their own flesh and blood to explore and sacrifice themselves."

Guilliman thought to himself, feeling only fortunate.

It is truly fortunate for the human empire to have a guardian like Loshi.

With the help of the Transformers, the firepower of the human assault force increased by one or two levels almost instantly, completely overwhelming the green-skinned orcs's monstrous Transformers.

Along the way, the Ash Claws and Midnight Lord Lurkers gradually joined the main force.

They pinpointed some hidden construction factories and breeding bases of the green-skinned orcs and lured the human assault forces there.

Guilliman, of course, completely destroyed all of these green-skinned orcs' factory facilities.

"If these green-skinned orcs can scavenge and rebuild the facilities, then let's destroy them even more thoroughly!"

"I'll make sure they don't even have anything to pick up!"

Guilliman was well aware of the Greenskins' characteristics, so the Sentinels, Iron Men, and Transformers' firepower almost never stopped.

Those lowly demons and orc technicians who were working in production fell one after another under the relentless barrage of fire.

In contrast, the original Space Marines were the ones who had more free time.

After all, the weapons and equipment they carried were far inferior to those of the Iron Men.

Some of the braver greenskins attempted to fight back using the close-range defensive weapons in the base and fortress.

They hid in the corners, controlling the orcs' sentry cannons to fire at the walking iron lumps.

"Hey, Brother Mao, these metal contraptions made of human cans are the coolest!"

"Our ancient junk is far too clumsy compared to these guys."

However, they faced the Imperial Venom Blade, which had transformed back into its vehicle form, and the wrath of the Apocalypse Tank.

The air in the underground world was violently torn apart as giant cannons and heavy laser cannons fired in succession, completely overwhelming the defensive weapons.

The Apocalypse Tank even rammed directly into the enemy, its Void Shield barrier providing immunity to most ranged damage.

Upon getting closer, it opened its front-end grinding mill and swallowed up the metal scraps and green-skinned orcs blocking its way.

The magnetic harpoon pulled all the surrounding metal objects towards it, and unfortunately, those green-skinned kids had a lot of metal modifications welded and bound to their bodies.

They were dragged forward in terror. Even though their fingers clung tightly to the heavier, fixed object, they were still pulled over little by little and crushed into minced meat with a splat.

These asymmetrical firepower attacks quickly wiped out all the green-skinned orcs within range.

The Transforming Iron Men transformed back into human form, and the Apocalypse Tank let out a very human-like burp, spitting out some hard, gritty adamantine artifacts from its mouth.

"I really envy your good appetite," Emperor Poison Blade said.

"It's my duty," the Apocalypse Tank replied calmly. "But the taste isn't very good."

In the past, although they possessed machine spirits, it was more like a vague ideology that could express simple joys and sorrows to the outside world, but could not speak human language as directly as it does now.

"We are very close to the location of that infiltrator warlord. Everyone, be on high alert."

"Be prepared for an encounter battle."

Guilliman glanced at the map and immediately frowned.

His multi-threaded thinking began to shift his perspective: if he were an orc warlord, how would he deal with these human invaders?

Humans have penetrated deep into enemy territory, and the green-skinned orcs can no longer organize a complete defense.

Instead, we should concentrate our forces, surround and defend the most important Waaagh gate, and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

The thought of this gave Killieman a headache.

The existence of the Waaagh Gate is like giving the Greenskin Orcs a buff that allows them to continuously replenish their ranks.

No matter how many orcs they kill, as long as they keep at it, new orcs will arrive on the battlefield and continue the fight.

"We must completely capture Waaagh Gate before the large-scale arrival of the green-skinned orc reinforcements."

Guilliman immediately made up his mind to lead the assault troops to continue their rapid advance.

……

Just as Guilliman was leading the human army, turning the green-skinned orc underworld into chaos.

Schwarzenegger, the orc warlord of Skullcrusher, remained calm and composed.

He carries the blood of the Bloodaxe clan.

"Those humans are moving towards where we are."

"The big blue guy is personally leading the canned goods; this is a formidable enemy."

"They want to deal a heavy blow to all the Orks on Skullshatter by beheading me."

Schwarzenegger analyzed the current situation, with a group of green-skinned orc staff officers standing around him.

He advocated learning not only from the human Catachan jungle warriors, but more importantly from their complex command systems.

These orc strategists and orc political commissars were the best of the best, selected from countless green-skinned orcs.

Schwarzenegger assembled them into a staff to advise him on how to better deal with cunning and complex humans.

"Our green-skinned boys can't stop the enemy."

An advisor analyzed the situation, and they could all see the red dots of the orc base gradually dimming on the display screen.

Whenever a red dot goes out, it means that the orcs here have been wiped out by humans.

"These humans have demonstrated a more diverse range of combat abilities, as well as those shapeshifting Iron Men, which we have never seen before."

"Of course, the most extraordinary one is their leader—that big guy in cobalt blue power armor."

"It was because of his leadership and command that the canned goods of mankind were able to exert a more powerful fighting force."

Guilliman's video footage was continuously magnified, and Schwarzenegger squinted as he carefully examined the Primarch.

"According to intelligence from our bean sprout allies, this big blue guy is Robert Guilliman, the one who founded the Second Reich."

"He has left the human throne world and gone to our Skullshattering Planet."

Schwarzenegger immediately smiled, though he didn't really care that his orc lads were being slaughtered by humans.

As long as their deaths allow humanity to reveal more information and more of its secrets, then their deaths are meaningful.

Even as an orc warlord, Schwarzenegger would be the first to cut off his own head in exchange for enough valuable intelligence.

Different green-skinned orcs have different methods for contributing to the great green tide.

The purpose of Skullcrusher Star is to test humanity, thereby providing a basis for judgment for higher-level orc warlords.

Under the leadership of the Kork orcs, they learned various strategies and tactics that the original Ork orcs never knew, such as tactical probing, strategic deception, and using conspiracies.

Guilliman's appearance meant that their previous plan to sow discord had succeeded.

"These humans don't understand what unity is at all. We just stirred things up a little, and they drove the big blue guy out."

"The big blue guy is the son of the big gold guy, and his abilities are beyond doubt."

If he were still in command and coordination at the highest levels of the human empire, the overall pressure and challenges we face would be extremely severe.

"A general can never do as much as a commander-in-chief."

"And the fact that he has been ousted proves that the high lords are now in charge of the empire."

Schwarzenegger couldn't understand why humanity would entrust supreme power to those shrimps called High Lords.

For example, the green-skinned orcs concentrate all power in the hands of their highest-ranking leader.

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like if the orcs were under the control of the twelve fart spirits.

But without a doubt, that's not waaagh at all!

It was for this reason that he learned various tactics, strategies, and systems from humans, but scoffed at the human system of high lords.

Humans certainly have things we can learn from, but they also have some foolish aspects that the green-skinned orcs cannot accept.

This is like taking off your pants to fart.

Schwarzenegger continued.

"Now that the blue giant is right in front of us, our most urgent task is to kill this human Primarch." "As long as Guilliman dies here, even if all of us green-skinned kids, including me, return to the embrace of the second brother, it will be an incredibly worthwhile deal."

“But the question is, what should we do?” an orc strategist asked.

"We simply cannot take down Guilliman on our own, with so many human cans and all those iron lumps protecting him."

"Even our super-heavy armored leader is no different from those spineless cowards in front of Guilliman. They are all cannon fodder who can be killed with a single sword strike."

Schwarzenegger paced back and forth, pondering how to replace Guilliman, this high-value target.

Aside from the head of this orc warlord, what humans are most interested in is probably the heavily guarded Waaagh Gate.

Even if they wipe out all the green-skinned orcs on Skullcrusher, the Ghoul Star's headquarters will still send new orc lads to the battlefield.

“Then let’s take the risk,” the orc strategist said. “If we deliberately reveal the exact location of the Waaagh Gate, those humans will definitely come this way.”

"Wealth is found in danger."

"Since we can't defend the other underground bases anyway, we might as well abandon them and bring all those troops back to the Waaagh Gate battlefield."

“We’ll ask Boss Zack for more help and get them to send more reinforcements, preferably enough to fight and hold off Guilliman’s big orcs.”

The staff officer's meaning was clear, and Schwarzenegger's eyes lit up.

"Are you trying to lure the enemy deep into your territory?"

"The big blue guy was ousted from Terra, and he must have been furious and irritable, which is why he came to Skullcrusher and went on a killing spree."

"Although this Primarch is known for his composure and calmness, according to the intelligence brought back by our scouts, he often breaks away from the protection of his guards and advances recklessly on the battlefield."

“We have observed five such instances, which allow us to conduct psychological profiling and infer his personality traits.”

Alongside Schwarzenegger was a very special advisor, a young man skilled in human psychology.

He was also a rare technical talent selected by the orc warlords, and this precious gem was transferred to Schwarzenegger's side to be carefully cared for and protected.

"Then I'll communicate with Boss Zack and see what kind of help he can give us."

After saying that, Schwarzenegger made a psionic call to his boss and quickly explained the situation.

"Boss Zack, this is the situation here. What do you think?"

Upon hearing the battle report from Skullshatterer, Zach, who was in the rear, immediately threw the mushroom wine bottle and all.

The orc warlord roared into the communication device.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You must defeat Guilliman, and it would be best if you could capture him alive."

"These Primarchs are of paramount importance to humanity, especially to those canned goods. Once the Primarchs are defeated, the other canned goods will have no say."

"Since we started our war with humanity, we have never fought against the Primarchs."

These Primarchs were touted as incredibly powerful in the intelligence reports. If you could debunk the myth of the Primarchs, you would become a hero in the eyes of countless Orcs!

"I will personally speak to Boss Kirk on your behalf when the time comes!"

Hearing what Boss Zak said, the orc warlord was deeply moved.

Even though he was naturally calm and extremely cautious, he still couldn't maintain a completely calm mind when tempted to defeat the Primarch.

“We need powerful orcs capable of dealing with Guilliman, Boss Zak. The safest way now is for you to come to Skullbreaker Star yourself.”

"Can you really refuse the opportunity to fight a Primarch of humanity?"

"No Orc will refuse to fight!"

Schwarzenegger did not receive a satisfactory answer.

In his estimation, once Zack heard that Guilliman was here, he would definitely come over in person and fight the Primarch.

But it seems that Zach has no intention of coming in person.

He just kept making empty promises to himself, saying that as long as he defeated Guilliman, he would be the hero of all the green-skinned orcs.

Schwarzenegger knew his own limitations very well. He could handle those canned goods, but dealing with the Primarch would be suicide.

His death is insignificant, but it will undoubtedly delay the battle and alert Guilliman, allowing him to escape.

Opportunities like this are once in a lifetime; if you miss this one, who knows when the next one will come?

The orc warlord was silent for two seconds, but in those two seconds, Schwarzenegger suddenly understood why his boss had hesitated.

As the saying goes, a person's reputation precedes them; even the green-skinned orcs had heard of the achievements and fame of the original human genes.

Zack wasn't entirely confident of victory, so he wanted him to go and fight a preliminary battle to test Guilliman's true strength.

If he were instantly killed by Guilliman, then Zach would probably not fare well either, and might even be in mortal danger.

If he could exchange a few blows with Guilliman, or even hold off the Primarch, then Zack would immediately travel through the Waaagh Gate to the battlefield and have a proper showdown with Guilliman.

"If this were a human, it could be called caution and prudence, but for us green-skinned orcs, it should be called cowardice and weakness."

Schwarzenegger thought to himself that his boss's mentality had begun to change since he rose to a high position and became the highest-ranking warlord under Kirk.

He was thinking more and more, even wondering if Guilliman would kill him if he were defeated, or if his prestige would be diminished in the eyes of the boys.

He has become less pure.

Schwarzenegger could only describe his feelings as regret.

Bloodhowl Zak was no longer a reckless brute obsessed with fighting, but had become an orc politician and strategist.

As if sensing his son's thoughts, Zack continued.

"Once Guilliman arrives near the Waaagh Gate, I will descend upon the battlefield and show this Primarch the might of the Great Green Tide."

"I need to manage and coordinate my green-skinned lads in many ways."

You know, the Greenskin army is always getting into all sorts of weird and wonderful situations, and just maintaining them takes up a lot of my time and energy.

"Hold on firmly, there is a way!"

The psionic call has ended.

“Proceed as planned, we’ll lure Guilliman and those canned goods over!” Schwarzenegger said without hesitation.

"We can only trust Boss Zack."

……

"The green-skinned orcs are shrinking their strength."

"The direction they gathered was exactly the direction of the Waaagh Gate mentioned in the intelligence."

Guilliman led an army composed of Astartes troops and Ironmen, conquering one Greenskin Orc base fortress after another.

There were simply too many orcs. Even though Guilliman had initially captured those strongholds, new orc lads continued to pour in from other directions.

Kill one hundred orcs and two hundred new orcs will join the battle.

If this assault force hadn't possessed sufficient firepower and energy reserves to meet the demands of its long-range weapons, it would likely have been worn down and killed underground long ago.

Guilliman could only tirelessly command his army to repel the Greenskin Orcs' attacks time and time again.

However, at a certain point in time, the green-skinned orcs' counterattack suddenly weakened.

Among the arriving orc armies, high-level units such as the Heavy Armored Boss, the Hairy King Kong, and the Slaughter Canned Food were rapidly reduced.

Most of them were just green-skinned kids with simple weapons, and Skull monsters kept by the Snakebite Clan.

Humanity's sheer numbers couldn't stop humanity's advance; the Transformers wreaked havoc among the beastmen.

The tracks and grinders of the Apocalypse Tank crushed wave after wave of orcs, and even the green-skinned bones and equipment could not jam the track gears of this metal monster.

Guilliman was protected by the Ever Victorious Guard, and those orc lads couldn't get close to him at all.

Rather than personally engaging in combat, Guilliman's more important task now is to figure out what the greenskins are up to.

The green-skinned orcs are concentrating their forces and deploying them at a key battlefield node.

While this would certainly strengthen the defenses of the Waaagh Gate, it would also mean losing control over other bases and outposts, and losing strategic depth for relocation.

This effectively accelerated the progress of the war between humans and green-skinned orcs.

In Guilliman's view, this was a strategic mistake for the Greenskins.

The greatest advantage of these endless green-skinned orcs is their sheer numbers.

Relying on their numerical advantage, they can recklessly use cannon fodder to continuously wear down the condition and numbers of human armies.

But he quickly understood what the other person meant.

"So this is an invitation to a decisive battle?"

"The commander on the other side is telling me not to waste time on tedious and boring position battles, but to go all in."

"Let's have a most exhilarating and intense decisive battle on the battlefield where the Waaagh Gate is located."

For Guilliman, seeing through the green-skinned orcs' tricks was far too easy.

But precisely because it was so simple and straightforward, Guilliman, who liked to ponder things, began to worry that the green-skinned orcs might be deliberately making it so simple and direct to conceal other, more insidious plans.

His multi-threaded thinking raced as he considered what other tricks and trump cards the orcs might have up their sleeves.

A second later, Guilliman synthesized a large amount of intelligence and data, and analyzed it to arrive at the most accurate answer.

Given the nature of the green-skinned orcs, they would definitely do that; I was clearly overthinking it.

"In that case, we should accept their invitation."

"Accelerate towards the Waaagh Gate and annihilate the main force of green-skinned orcs on Skullcrusher Star!"

Guilliman pointed his sword, and the main force immediately set off.

The green-skinned orcs along the way did not fiercely resist the human army; they had already received orders from their leader to let the humans into their heartland.

After advancing for another three hours, the human assault force finally arrived at the site of the final battle against the orcs of Skullcrusher.

This is a vast basin tens of kilometers wide, where a densely packed army of orcs is already on high alert.

Behind them was a green portal surging with violent waaagh energy.

It looks somewhat similar to the Eldar's Webgate, but it has a distinctly green-skinned orcish style.

Its framework consisted of a large amount of scrap metal, including even the broken keel of a warship, while numerous patches and welding marks were exposed.

Various complex cables and antennas were tangled and twisted on the light gate, completely chaotic and disturbing each other, enough to make a priest of the Mechanicus scream.

Crackling green lightning surged across the portal, and a strange sound, sometimes near, sometimes far, entered human ears, instinctively making one want to vomit.

Space and time distorted around the Waaagh Gate, creating countless overlapping phantoms, as if an endless stream of orcs were about to pour out from it.

“This is a miracle created by the orcs,” Guilliman exclaimed.

A pile of junk has been transformed into a channel capable of teleporting over extremely long distances. If humans had this ability, what would be the point of subspace travel?

"Radish Head - Muscle Strength is Amazing!"

In the orcs' territory, a burly but not bulky green-skinned orc warlord with a scarlet turban tied around his forehead suddenly shouted.

Guilliman raised an eyelid. He could clearly hear that the other person's pronunciation was actually fine, but he was deliberately pronouncing his name that way.

Muscle strength is good?
What a vulgar and barbaric term.

However, the Primarch wasn't angry; only a fool would take a greenskin orc seriously.

Now that the orc warlord has emerged, beheading him would severely damage the orcs.

“Big blue guy, I know you want my head, and I'll give you that chance.”

"However, besides war, there are ways that will cause less harm to each other."

"You wouldn't want your canned boy to die, would you?"

"I want to have a bet with you, best two out of three."

“If you win, I’ll do whatever I want with you,” Schwarzenegger roared. “But if you lose, you’ll be my prisoner!”

Guilliman was stunned. This green-skinned orc warlord actually knew how to play the game of betting and challenging others?
Interesting, so interesting.

Guilliman had already had his fill of killing, and now, at the invitation of the orc warlord, he was itching to go again.

His gaze swept around the orc warlord and fell upon the densely packed green-skinned orcs.

If we were to engage in direct combat, it could result in excessive casualties for our side.

Now that there are other methods, he might as well give them a try. After all, even if he fails, he will just continue to fight.

"it is good!"

"I agree. How do you want to wager?"

The Primarch was also curious to see what tricks these green-skinned orcs could pull, so he stepped forward and confronted them from a distance.

Schwarzenegger, having left the protection of the heavily armored leader, then shared his thoughts.

"First, let's compare driving skills with our Speed ​​Freak."

"Secondly, we'll have a sparring match with our debate boy."

"Thirdly, you, and me, let's have a real man's duel!"

(End of this chapter)