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

Chapter 788 High-Speed ​​Race (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing the orc warlord's demands, Guilliman fell into deep thought.

These green-skinned animals always manage to surprise him.

"I originally thought that the only bets these greens could come up with were for each side to send representatives to fight each other and for a winner to be decided by violence."

"I just didn't expect that one of these three requests would involve fighting?"

Guilliman could barely understand competing with the Speed ​​Freaks in speed and driving skills, after all, these green-skinned ghouls were obsessed with racing.

But what's with the second contest, where a human and a green-skinned orc debaters are debating together?

Guilliman didn't even know that there were individuals among the green-skinned orcs who could debate.

What he is seeing and hearing now is all new and unfamiliar things that he has never seen in his previous hundreds of years of life experience.

Even when dealing with the Ulanor Orc Empire, he had only ever seen those powerful, fierce, and incredibly savage green-skinned orcs.

For a moment, even the Primarch felt a strong sense of curiosity.

He was eager to see what kind of creature this supposedly green-skinned orc, who could debate with humans, really was.

While Guilliman was pondering this, the orc warlord Schwarzenegger was also sweating bullets.

He wasn't one of those mindless, barbaric types who would charge in and wreak havoc regardless of who their opponent was.

He was a Bloodaxe clan orc who excelled at thinking and reasoning, and he had a very clear understanding of his own strength.

Despite being significantly taller than Guilliman, who is around four meters tall, and appearing several sizes larger, he was still quite impressive.

However, he knew that the original human genes were a very sinister thing, and their combat power actually had little to do with their size.

The larger the orc's size, the stronger its combat power.

The Primarch was forged by the golden giant using incredible biotechnology and the unique essence of the warp, a fact that even the green-skinned orcs had only heard of.

When Mao Zedong sent down the revelation, he told Cork da Vinci about the relevant information and intelligence, warning him to be careful of those human genetic prototypes.

Schwarzenegger was certain that if he dared to charge up and fight Guilliman one-on-one, even if the Primarch was rumored to be bad at fighting, he could easily beat him.

And the fact that his boss planned to use him to test Guilliman's skills made Schwarzenegger feel a chill down his spine.

Bloodhowl Zak fostered a trend among orcs to learn human culture and ideas, creating a large number of orc political commissars, orc philosophers, and orc diplomats.

But Zach himself has also picked up some of the habits and ways of thinking of the upper class.

Even when facing powerful enemies, he learned to weigh the pros and cons, repeatedly probing and assessing the gap in strength between the two sides.

"I can only stall for a little longer, put pressure on Boss Zack, and then get more support."

"And if we win two out of three rounds first, I won't need to personally take to the field to subdue these humans," the orc warlord thought to himself.

Both sides felt that the three bets were very clever, so they selected suitable candidates from their own camps to participate in the bets.

"It's a pity I didn't bring the Space Marines with white scars with me into the Orcs' underground world this time."

"If those sons of Chagatai Khan were to fight, I think we would definitely win the first round."

Guilliman inwardly lamented, "When it comes to racing, who can outrun those white-scarred guys?"

In order to completely blockade and surround the Ghoul Stars, most of the Astartes Legions on the southern front had their own defense zones.

For example, the Nostramore Warzone was mainly managed by the Midnight Lords, the Salamanders who came to support them, the reorganized Ash Claws Chapter, and the Black Templars led by Sigismund.

The Ultramarines Legion took on the largest defensive zone, and White Scars used their mobility to move between different war zones to provide support.

Moreover, this is the orcs' underground world, where the movement of various vehicles and armored units is severely restricted.

When Guilliman first launched his assault, he didn't even bring enough vehicles to provide firepower.

They still sent out a distress signal, and only then did Losi send a team of Transformers consisting of gunboats and super-heavy tanks to provide support.

"Who among you is willing to fight?" Guilliman asked Astartes beside him.

Although these soldiers desperately wanted the spot, their reason told them that they should give the opportunity to their brothers who were best at fighting.

Personal honor or disgrace is a small matter, but if it affects the bet between the Primarch and the Greenskins, then that's a big deal.

However, the Space Marines on the human side are: Ultramarines are well-rounded, capable of doing a little bit of everything but not particularly proficient in anything; Midnight Lords are skilled at infiltration and stealth, but not adept at driving jet motorcycles or other mobile vehicles.

Needless to say, the Black Templars are the only ones who prefer head-on battles to high-speed maneuvering using their speed advantage.

After much deliberation, it seems the only option is the Ash Claws, those Astartes who inherited the bloodline of Korax.

Their legion is positioned for guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines and for rapid response to enemy strategies.

The Raven Guards are one of the few legions that are extremely proficient in squad-level tactics and have one of the most flexible and versatile playstyles.

According to Guilliman's knowledge of the Ravenguard Legion, his good brother Corax had set up a special "Dark Fury Assault Squad" within the Legion.

These squad members are often equipped with sharp and agile lightning claws and are frequently deployed in light vehicle units such as the Darkwing Stormhawk gunship, a unique feature of the 19th Army Corps.

"Zoe, how are you?" Guilliman asked first, without forcing Ash Claw.

Coercion was never Guilliman's style, and he would never force his children to do things they did not want to do.

Although Zoe was a Space Marine of the Ash Claws and not his son, he treated her the same as anyone else.

Zoe looked into Guilliman's cobalt blue eyes, which seemed to possess an infinite allure and shone with a strong sense of trust, and for a moment she was unable to utter a word of refusal.

When the genomicon asks you if you can do it, who can say they can't?

He gritted his teeth, then stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said.

"I swear I will not fail in my mission!"

Among the Transformers Iron Man sent by the Lochs was a jet motorcycle that could be used by Space Marines.

Of course, Rosie couldn't possibly know that Guilliman would make three bets with the greenskins.

The reason he added these special vehicles to the reinforcements was entirely to collect actual data so that he could better equip the Space Marines with vehicles in the future.

Therefore, these multi-functional vehicles that can transform into human form encompass almost all the types and models commonly found in the Empire.

Zoe slowly approached the jet-powered hoverbike painted in Macura blue.

Unlike the Space Marine motorcycles he remembered, this Transformer motorcycle, built by Loshi, had an extremely perfect streamlined shape.

Even from an appearance standpoint, it is closer to the jet motorcycles of the Adarin tribe.

It hovered silently in front of Zoe, its front end exhibiting a smooth, curved shape, resembling an ancient creature from Terra called the "dolphin."

The jet motorcycle spews out a dazzling plasma beam from its tail, operates with almost no noise, and exudes a minimalist aesthetic.

“Welcome to be my rider, Zoe.” A soft female voice came from the jet motorcycle, which had been exposed to AllSpark radiation and possessed transforming gears.

“You can call me Arcee, I like that name.”

The next moment, the jet motorcycle named Arcee immediately started rotating its internal gears and began to flexibly change its shape.

A female Transformer, slightly taller than Zoe, appeared before them. Her figure was exceptionally slender and well-proportioned, like a meticulously crafted work of art.

“Okay, okay, Arcee.”

Zoe placed her hand on the other person, and the transforming jet motorcycle immediately reverted to its vehicle mode.

Ash Claw nimbly straddled the platform, then adjusted his position, perfectly positioning Zoe, who was wearing power armor.

His legs can easily rest on the support pillars on both sides, and there are also control levers in front of him to control the direction, which can be used as a backup control method in addition to neural connection control.

"I feel great. I've never driven such a... special jet motorcycle before."

Zoe exclaimed sincerely, lovingly caressing the paintwork on Arcee's surface.

This combat jet motorcycle was not equipped with bulky explosive weapons; instead, it had a high-energy laser cannon and a multi-barreled thermobaric weapon mounted on the windward side of the front of the vehicle as its means of output.

On the Green Orcs' side, Schwarzenegger selected the fastest, most powerful, and most waaagh Green Orc leader from the Speed ​​Freaks as his contestant.

Strictly speaking, the "Speed ​​Freaks" are not a rigid division like a clan; they are more like a rather special interest group.

Not all speedsters are orcs of the Evil Sun Clan, but most Evil Sun Kids are members of the speedster group.

"Schumacher, you bear the great mission of us green-skinned orcs. Don't let Brother Goumao down."

"If we win, I'll give you Speed ​​Freaks even more great cars."

Schwarzenegger patted the war motorcycle of the Speed ​​Freak boss with his hand and gave him some earnest advice.

"Don't worry, boss, our car is fast and cool. The tech expert modified the engine for me, and now I can reach higher speeds than before!"

Schumacher straddled his war motorcycle, his whole body acting like someone with ADHD, unable to remain still for a single moment.

The awesome war motorcycle he was riding on had a striking red paint job, lots of sharp spikes and exposed metal frame, creating an extremely savage and violent visual impact.

On the armed platforms on both sides of the war motorcycle were mounted large-caliber dreadnought rifles.

These heavy weapons can unleash storms of metal, and only the most skilled orc riders can fire and maintain their balance while moving at high speeds.

The speed demon provocatively emitted a sharp, piercing sound from the horn of his war motorcycle.

The other evil boys around them also started screaming and yelling hysterically, as if their leader had already won the game.

"You need to be careful, those green-skinned orcs might use violence to interfere with the game."

"After all, the orc warlord only said it was a speed contest, he didn't say we couldn't use our weapons."

Guilliman whispered to Zoe, who nodded affirmatively, her eyes revealing a deep-seated hatred.

In fact, even if Guilliman hadn't said anything, he would have tried to take down that speedy monster orc.

He remembered that back on Greenskin Star, there was a mobile force of Greenskin Orcs that relentlessly pursued and killed the Ash Claws who landed on the surface.

The Evil Sun Orcs used their speed advantage to quickly infiltrate and break through Astartes' formation. Then, they used their massive weapons to fire shells, turning the steel-clad figures and flesh-and-blood bodies into a cloud of blood mist.

Zoe and Schumacher didn't have much time to prepare.

The orc wanted to show off in front of all the green-skinned kids, while the human just wanted to get his revenge. The two motorcycles immediately sped towards an orc junkyard.

In the underground world of the green-skinned orcs, garbage and waste are probably the things that are most abundant.

The countless scraps collected by Deadhead Boys from every nook and cranny piled up together, forming giant mountains of garbage.

A large number of technicians and slave owners were wielding whips to urge the lowest-ranking farts and snotty-noseds to speed up the sorting of garbage.

Although Bloodhowl Zak had already adopted a corporate management model for his orc boys on the advice of Thomas Edison, the leader of the Evil Moon.

Each orc boy has his own job tasks, his own work KPIs, and his own reward and punishment system.

But theory is theory, and practice is practice.

After the orc management in charge of execution got a taste of the benefits, they became increasingly ruthless in exploiting the lower-level sycophants and snot-nosed sycophants.

Meanwhile, the middle management, and even high-ranking orcs like Edison, reaped enormous profits.

They acquired more teeth, more scrap, and more war materials.

It's hard to say whether such a change is a good thing or a bad thing for the Ork race.

Back at the arena, Guilliman and Schwarzenegger, each with their own men, quickly occupied the high ground on one side and awaited the start of this speed duel.

"The development of the situation is truly unpredictable."

"We were just fighting desperately with the green-skinned orcs, but now we're sitting together for a short time for a high-speed race."

“That’s because our opponents are these green-skinned orcs. We simply can’t keep up with the speed at which their thought processes change,” Grod replied from the side.

"My lord, if we really win, will these green-skinned orcs surrender as agreed?"

"These cunning beasts are probably just stalling for time, waiting for their reinforcements to arrive on this battlefield from the other side of the Waaagh Gate."

"I know."

Guilliman nodded.

"I don't believe the greenskin orcs' guarantees, but this kind of wager is not without value to us."

"If we can win the duel, it will immediately deal a serious blow to the morale of the greenskin orcs."

“Grod, don’t subconsciously think of these green-skinned orcs as some kind of alien barbarians.”

They have even imitated humans, establishing their own social structure and civilization.

"Perhaps our two races have different morals and worldviews, but we share a common sense of recognition for victory or defeat." "Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. Do you think those green-skinned orcs don't feel uncomfortable and awkward when they lose and then try to cheat?"

"What makes the green-skinned orcs special is that their beliefs can truly be transformed into power."

"The most effective and direct way to demoralize the greenskins is to behead their orc warlords on the battlefield, and the same principle applies to defeating the greenskins through a wager."

“Countless green-skinned orcs have gathered in this basin. Do you think we alone can take them down?”

Not only did the orc warlord Schwarzenegger feel uncertain, but Guilliman also realized that he had acted impulsively.

The Ultramarines, Midnight Lords, Ash Claws, and Black Templars around him numbered only around 30,000.

Even with the addition of Sentinel Iron Man and Transformer Iron Man, it's still far from enough.

And these green-skinned orcs number at least in the millions; these are not the weak orcs that can be killed at will and are merely there to make up the numbers.

In this bizarre balance, Zoe and Schumacher began to accelerate through the orcs' junkyard.

The rules of the competition agreed upon by both parties were very simple: the two riders would start from the same starting point and win if they could reach the finish line first, regardless of the means they used.

Between the starting point and the finish line lies a mountain of garbage and waste, which creates a variety of complex terrains, posing an exceptionally high challenge to drivers.

However, these influencing factors are secondary.

Waaagh energy can distort and transform the environment into a state most suitable for green-skinned orcs, such as the fungal jungle that Guilliman and others witnessed.

In such a unique environment as a landfill, a large number of strange and unusual living creatures naturally thrive.

Even the green-skinned orcs couldn't figure out what to call these monstrous things made of metal scrap and mushroom spores.

As humans soared through the air, the Thunderhawk gunship, acting as the starting referee, activated its machine guns, and a fierce explosion resounded.

The speed demon, whose war motorcycle had already warmed up and was belching foul smoke from its rear, suddenly launched itself off like a kicked-over can.

The evil sun orc howled as it lifted the front wheels of its chariot and charged forward in an extremely skillful manner.

Compared to the anti-gravity jet motorcycles of humans, the individual vehicles of orcs appear primitive and savage.

Numerous sharp iron spikes and flamboyant giant horns covered the surface of the war motorcycle. The thick, massive tires gripped the ground tightly, yet they were not as light and agile as those that defied gravity.

However, the technology of the green-skinned orcs has always been the strangest and most bizarre it looks, the more powerful and outrageous its effects.

Taking advantage of its first start, the speed demon flung out countless sharp metal caltrops from the rear of its car.

These rust-colored obstacles released a powerful electromagnetic interference radiation the moment they hit the ground.

These green-skinned orcs had already studied human technology and knew that intelligent control systems for armored vehicles were extremely important to humans.

The green-skinned orcs' war motorcycles completely ignored this electromagnetic interference because their equipment and vehicles lacked intelligent control systems.

The vast majority of the green-skinned orcs' weapons and equipment are based on the power of my thoughts.

The same large pistol can be fired continuously in the hands of a green-skinned orc, but in the hands of a human soldier, it will explode as soon as the trigger is pulled.

Unfortunately, if it were a jet motorcycle forged by an empire, it would likely interfere with the operation of the intelligent system and even affect the stability of the machine soul.

However, the Arcee that Zoe is riding now is an experimental Transformer that Rosie created herself using radiation from the AllSpark.

If this level of electromagnetic interference can cause damage, then the AllSpark is not worthy of being called a sacred object by the Cybertronians.

Zoe, riding her jet motorcycle, was completely unaffected and even fired her twin-barreled explosive cannon at the back of the speed monster.

Realizing the danger was approaching, the speedster dodged into the garbage dump, nimbly avoiding the Space Marines' attacks.

The Fel Sun Clan banner fixed to his back instantly burst into a dazzling green light, blocking the Space Marine's bomb attack.

"I figured the canned food wouldn't hit me, so I figured I could hit it even faster!"

"Hurry up!"

The crimson war motorcycle engine suddenly began to tremble violently, as even more powerful energy brewed within it, transforming into a mighty force that roared out.

The leader of the speed demons screamed and laughed wildly. He felt every drop of his blood boiling. This captivating feeling of speed was simply irresistible to him.

He fired wildly at the mountain of garbage in front of him, the fierce firepower raising a large amount of dust and drastically reducing the visibility of the surrounding environment.

The orc leader put on his goggles and then quietly dropped some small items off his motorcycle.

There were fist-sized green mushrooms that burst open upon contact with the ground, releasing large amounts of acidic mucus.

Upon contact with air, this mucus evaporates and rises, forming a peculiar substance resembling a spider web.

Arcy was caught off guard and got stuck in the large net made of acidic slime.

Zoe immediately unleashed her psychic power, and a blue-purple psychic flame helped her vehicle eliminate the annoying spider webs.

However, in just a few seconds, three green-skinned boys suddenly appeared on the car of the speed demon.

They had previously hidden in the inner compartment of the war motorcycle, enduring violent jolting almost like Indian passengers on a tether.

If they were to fall even slightly, they would be smashed to pieces.

Even so, they still reveled in the thrill of speed.

"Shoot him! Shoot him! Kill this human!"

"Aim down, all of you! Don't hit the car, his jet motorcycle is mine!"

"Extreme Speed ​​Freak!" roared, but his voice was blown away by the wind as soon as he spoke, while the green-skinned kids were jumping around on the war motorcycles that were going over 300 miles per hour, completely reckless.

They reversed the direction of the side artillery, turning it to face backward.

Immediately, these green-skinned boys, their faces contorted with rage, pulled the triggers, unleashing streaks of blinding flame that hurtled towards Zoe and Arcee.

Zoe's tactical goggles had locked onto the incoming shells, and with incredibly precise aiming, she intercepted the orcs' attack.

The two motorcycles were locked in a tight battle, unable to pull away. However, as they were about to reach the finish line, Arcee made her own assessment.

After the jet motorcycle rushed up a high ground, it suddenly began to disassemble and reassemble, transforming into a humanoid mecha form that flipped in mid-air.

Meanwhile, Zoe's arm was held tightly by Arcee. They seized the opportunity of the jump with perfect coordination and unleashed a barrage of firepower at the path in front of the speed monster.

The sudden attack blasted countless uneven pits into the road ahead.

Despite his efforts to maintain balance, the speed demon inevitably experienced a slowdown.

When Arcee fell from the sky again, she transformed back into her original jet motorcycle form.

Meanwhile, Zoe remained calmly seated in the driver's seat, maneuvering the weapon to retaliate against the speed demon.

Laser beams rained down on the orc's psionic shield, greatly depleting Schumacher's waaagh energy.

The two teams entered the final spiral track, and just before reaching the finish line, the garbage mountain beneath them suddenly began to tremble violently.

A colossal Skullg monster awoke from within, its entire body fused with the ruins of dilapidated machinery, its rusty turrets extending straight out from its body.

The skug behemoth, awakened by the noise, was furious. After determining the direction, it opened its massive maw and shoved the two oncoming motorcycles with a vicious bite.

The sudden turn of events disrupted the rhythm of the Space Marines and the Speedster.

Arcee transformed again, using the brief airtime gained from the transformation to bypass the location of the Skull monster.

The Speed ​​Freak showed no intention of dodging; he ordered the green-skinned boys around him to fire at the Skull monster with all their might.

He's going to forge a path!
The cannon pierced through the body of the garbage Sgug, shattering some of its energy cells and solid fuel tanks.

Schumacher then clenched his metal jaws and drove his war motorcycle directly into the Skull monster.

This savage and crazy attitude startled Zoe.

"That's fucking reckless! You insane orc!"

He used his psionic powers to give Arcee another push, causing her speed to continue to increase.

When the Speed ​​Freak burst out from behind the giant hand of Skug, his war motorcycle was already quite damaged.

Even the green-skinned train carriages carrying tickets were riddled with sharp, dense piles of garbage and waste, turning them into hedgehogs.

The war motorcycle roared in resentment, but no matter how much kinetic energy it released, its speed gradually decreased.

The speed demon felt a surge of anxiety as he watched the human about to cross the finish line.

Without hesitation, he pulled out a powerful, hot-melt pistol from behind his back, and instead of aiming at the enemy, he fired at point-blank range at his own vehicle.

The entire war motorcycle exploded instantly in the molten flames, and his seat was ejected, carrying Schumacher towards the finish line.

The speed demon was covered in gruesome wounds, with blood spurting out in a radial pattern from his torn skin and armor.

He adjusted his movements in the air to minimize air resistance as much as possible.

"Victory belongs to..." Before the orc could finish his roar, Zoe turned and fired a burst of explosives.

The orc's body exploded instantly, blooming into a bloody firework in the air.

A large amount of blood and bone fragments were sprayed onto the ground. Just before Arcee was about to cross the finish line, Schumacher's rear end used the impact to get ahead of him and grazed the marked red line.

The head of the freakish leader crashed to the ground and continued to roll forward due to inertia.

With only half a head remaining, it stared straight at its own buttocks, and the iron jaw, its skin worn smooth, suddenly let out an extremely terrifying laugh.

The humans and orcs watching fell silent for a few seconds.

Even Guilliman was intimidated by the other party's madness.

"That's how these greens are; they'll bite you even if they're dead," the Primarch remarked.

After crossing the finish line, Arcee immediately swung her tail to adjust her direction, pointing her jets in the opposite direction to begin slowing down.

Zoe ripped off her tactical helmet, her face contorted with rage.

How do you calculate this? The human jet motorcycle crossed the finish line, while the orc leader's butt crossed the finish line.

Meanwhile, the orcs seemed to have already started celebrating, with large groups of green-skinned orcs frantically pounding on their surroundings, including the heads of other orcs, roaring in celebration of their victory.

The entire battlefield erupted in a deafening roar of "waaagh!!" like a tsunami.

The humans also began to roar back. Although their roars were far less loud than the green-skinned orcs', their high level of unity made their shouts sound like a sharp blade piercing through the green-skinned orcs' roars.

Guilliman and Schwarzenegger moved to the front of each other's camps, but at the same time maintained a safe distance.

"We orcs won this round. Schumacher's butt crossed the finish line first, and he's still alive."

The orc, Painful Boy, immediately picked up the half-skull of the Speed ​​Freak boss, whose green brain matter had even spilled out.

But what's astonishing is that this guy is indeed still alive; he can even blink and adjust his gaze.

However, his vocal organs had been severely damaged, and he could only make hissing sounds, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

The speed demons rushed forward, trying to take back their leader's head, but were fiercely stopped by Pain Boy.

"Do you want him to die? He can still be saved."

He can be saved simply by pressing his head onto another orc.

"Who among you is willing to sacrifice your body to save your boss?"

Upon hearing Pain Boy's question, the speed demons who had rushed up scattered in all directions, fearing they would be caught and have their heads chopped off.

"The theme of this race is racing. Your cars didn't even cross the finish line, so how can you be considered to have won?"

Guilliman, of course, was not going to swallow this loss and argued his case.

Humans and orcs engaged in a heated debate, and after some back and forth, they finally reached a reluctant consensus.

"Then this round is a draw, let's continue!"

The orcs booed, and the humans were also annoyed by the unreasonable behavior of these greenskins.

Although the first game was somewhat controversial, Guilliman believed that the second game was already a foregone conclusion.

If humans can't even win a debate with green-skinned orcs, then what's the point of playing? They might as well just go home and wait to die.

At that moment, a short, unremarkable green-skinned orc slowly emerged from the ranks of the green-skinned orcs.

Guilliman observed his opponent; the green-skinned boy looked quite ordinary, with nothing particularly special about him except for his slightly larger head.

However, the Primarch did not dare to underestimate the other party, for who knows what kind of background this guy really has.

After much deliberation, the Primarch decided it was safer for him to fight himself, so Guilliman stepped out of his position and faced the green-skinned boy from afar.

(End of this chapter)