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

Chapter 793 Orc Slaves and Loot
At this moment, the defense line built by the Ork in the underground battlefield of Skullshatterer has completely collapsed.

The surviving orc commissar realized that there was no way to turn the tide. He looked at his fellow orcs who were fleeing in panic, gave a bitter smile, and ended his own life with his sidearm.

They were all a new generation of orcs personally promoted by Schwarzenegger and Boss Zack, and instilled with human knowledge and culture, so loyalty was naturally ingrained in their bones.

Now that the orcs have been defeated, their fate is sealed: aside from a few greenskins who may escape, the rest of the orcs will either die or be captured by humans.

The orc commissars were unwilling to be captured, as it would be a disgrace to their Ork race.

Through their studies, they had heard tales of human political commissars who would rather die than live in dishonor. In this desperate situation, they also tried to emulate the fierce resolve of those legendary commissars.

The suicides of the orc commissars further plunged the remaining green-skinned orcs into chaos and fear.

A large number of orcs were blocking the Waaagh Gate. Although the green-skinned orcs' superluminal portal was spacious, it could not transport so many green-skinned orcs in a short time.

It should be noted that the number of elite orcs on this battlefield exceeds one million.

Especially when those heavily armored leaders and giant Skull Knights were blocking their way, the big orcs, snotty-nosed bastards, and farting bastards behind them could only look on helplessly.

It's impossible to get through, it's simply impossible to get through.

The orcs scrambled for a chance to escape, and the conflict escalated into a more serious internal strife.

The orcs at the back of the line swiftly pulled the trigger on their ranged weapons, and the laser beams and metal bullets instantly killed their comrades who stood in their way.

However, the corpses of the dead orcs piled up like mountains, completely blocking the Waaagh gate, and were difficult to remove in the short term.

The orcs were already in disarray. Even though they knew that killing the greenskins in front of them wouldn't get them away, they would still do the same thing out of instinct when everyone around them was hacking and shooting.

The chaos was so great that even Guilliman and the Space Marines had to slow their pace to avoid getting caught up in the civil war.

"That's fucking damn good."

“There are millions of orcs. Even if there are millions of Grox, we can’t kill them all in a short time.”

"The Primarch exclaimed, revealing a happy kind of trouble," he said.

The most intense phase of the war has ended; now it's time for the post-war cleanup.

"My lord, what should we do next?"

"Perhaps we should request more orbital support. The Orcs have been defeated, and this planet is already ours."

Grod asked with lingering fear, his heart never at ease ever since Guilliman began fighting that giant beast.

He and his ever-victorious soldiers were ready at any time to carry—no, to support—the original body.

After Guilliman launched a nuclear bomb at point-blank range, sending the orc warlord flying into the sky, the Ever Victorious Army paid a heavy price of thirteen dead and seven wounded in an attempt to hold off the enemy.

Grod had even forgotten how long it had been since their invincible army had suffered such heavy losses due to war.

The new equipment brought by Loxi, along with the Primal Forging Upgrade Surgery, has given the Ever Victorious Army even greater combat power and extremely resilient vitality. It is undoubtedly extremely rare for the Ever Victorious Army to suffer double-digit casualties in a single battle.

But all of this seemed utterly insignificant in the face of that monstrous green beast, like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.

"Fortunately, the green beast was no match for the Primarch and, fearing battle, chose to flee."

"If it really comes down to a fight to the death, the Ever Victorious Army will probably pay an extremely heavy price."

Grod and every victorious soldier were prepared to give everything for the Primarch, including their lives and honor.

However, if given a choice, they would still prefer to stay by the Primarch's side and watch them build a stronger and more beautiful kingdom of Alteramar.

"In my view, the priority now should be stabilizing the situation."

Guilliman analyzed the chaotic battlefield situation and spoke quickly.

"The orcs have been defeated, their warlords have fled, and those who remain are unable to mount a decent counterattack."

"However, there are still a large number of green-skinned orcs gathered here. If we push too hard and continue to relentlessly pursue them, it may provoke them to fight to the death."

“We continue to squeeze their space to operate, trying to drive them toward the Waaagh gate and let them continue to kill each other.”

"In order to survive, they will fight amongst themselves, thereby reducing our casualties and danger."

Guilliman analyzed it with a perspective that transcended the overall picture, and the Space Marines immediately began to carry out the Primarch's orders once they received them.

"Don't worry about those escaped orcs. These green plagues can't be killed off. All we need to do is control their numbers as much as possible, and then strike to kill and capture these greenskins when the time is right."

"You know, these green-skinned orcs left behind a lot of good stuff on Skullcrusher. Now that they've escaped, all of these things are our spoils of war."

"Since it's ours, we should preserve it carefully to prevent these green-skinned orcs from destroying our spoils in the chaos."

“Loshi will be very happy to see that we have brought back many orc creations. He has always had a strong interest in analyzing the technology of other races, and we need to remember that.”

Upon hearing the name Roche, Grod nodded in deep agreement.

Even the most unruly veterans in the legion would not show any disrespect to Lord Roshi.

Even those troublemakers who couldn't distinguish the situation were naturally taught a lesson and disciplined by other veterans.

Without Loshi, relying solely on the original Mark-type power armor, Grod couldn't even imagine the terrible fate that would befall them when facing these orcs.

There is no other way but to build it up with blood and sacrifice.

The surviving Transformers are active around the battlefield, squeezing out the Orcs' space.

Of the Transformers that Rosie originally sent to provide fire support, only about a quarter are still alive.

Guilliman knew that they were in the most dangerous positions on the battlefield, and the enemy would prioritize targeting these firepower units.

In a sense, they all died for the Astartes.

The Primarch personally ordered the retrieval of all Transformer remains on the battlefield.

Even those bodies blown to pieces by the orcs' violent weapons, leaving no trace of their remains, must be retrieved.

This is an attitude, a respect for those who bravely sacrifice their lives.

Guilliman understood that these Transformers, strictly speaking, were not war machines like Iron Man.

After being exposed to the radiation of the spark source, they gained their own souls and emotions.

If it wasn't the Transformers who sacrificed themselves, then it was the Astartes, the mortal support troops, who paid the ultimate price.

"I pay my highest respects to you."

Guilliman nodded in salute to Arcee, whose true form was a jet motorcycle.

"This is Lord Loshi's purpose in creating us; we were born to protect humanity."

Arcee was a little downcast, as the large Transformers that had come with her, such as the Apocalypse Tank, the Imperial Blade, and the Overlord Gunship, had all been killed in battle.

The few that remained were mostly smaller, more agile individuals.

The Space Marines collected the remains of the Transformers from the battlefield after the Orks left and carefully disposed of them.

“Perhaps Loxi has a way to revive them. After all, they were originally just vehicles with simple machine spirits. With the AllSpark, they might be able to be given life again.”

Under Guilliman's strategy of slow retreat, primarily encirclement and secondarily attack, the green-skinned orcs were indeed driven into a desperate situation of fighting amongst themselves.

In their struggle for survival, they did not hesitate to kill their own compatriots.

In fact, in human kill statistics, the number of orcs killed in infighting exceeds the number killed by humans.

It's time to close the net.

Of the remaining Transformers, one petrified lizard aimed at a position one kilometer in front of the Waaagh Gate and launched several Transformer space-specific items from its body.

"Pay for my brothers' lives!"

What was dropped onto the battlefield was the Cybertronian seed bomb that Losi had brought back.

These dangerous weapons originated in the ancient times of Cybertron, and according to legend, they were even created by the creator of Cybertron.

Earth in the Transformers universe was once hit by a seed bomb dropped by Cybertronian colonists during the dinosaur era, ending the glorious era in which giant monsters roamed.

As the several rhomboid objects, gleaming with a cold metallic light, plummeted through the sky, the entire heavens began to tremble and roar.

The green vortex formed by the waaagh energy field suddenly froze, emitting a piercing buzz like a giant beast being choked.

The seed bombs began to explode in the air about 20 meters above the ground, bursting into brilliant flames from the inside out.

A burst of high-energy radiation, originating from the explosion point, began to spread in all directions.

The ground and green-skinned orcs affected by it began to have their most basic living cells transformed into another life form.

If this process proceeds slowly, it might be possible to create green-skinned orcs with steel bodies, similar to the "dinosaur Transformers" that Rosie saw in the Transformers universe.

Of course, under excessive radiation, this transformation is no longer gentle, but becomes a devastating weapon.

Ancient weapons from Cybertron and bio-weapons created by the Old Ones should never have met, but now, on the battlefield of Skullshatterer, they have inexplicably collided.

On the battlefield littered with scrap metal and orc corpses, a raging fire suddenly broke out.

The fire line stretched continuously, rapidly extending to the horizon.

Fire, fire everywhere! The green-skinned orcs fled in terror, but they couldn't outrun the damned waves of fire.

Large amounts of rock were directly melted, and as they flowed and splashed, they were suspended in the air as if time had stood still.

The burned ground has turned into a cold, black metallic lava field.

The green-skinned orcs who had been burned to death remained in a state of terrified struggle, their hands outstretched towards the sky, while their bodies had already merged with the molten metal earth.

The Cybertronian-transformed super-heavy armored leaders have completely turned into metal. They still retain the ferocity and rage they had before their deaths, but they can no longer roar.

The green-skinned orcs had never seen silver creatures possess such a bizarre bomb. They were not afraid of even the more powerful annihilation bombs that could blast them into discrete atoms.

But it was precisely this unfamiliar weapon, coupled with the way those orcs had been preserved after their gruesome deaths, that utterly terrified these idealistic beings.

They can accept their own death, that's nothing, but to be cast into a sculpture after death, to have their ugliness recorded forever, is truly shameful.

Therefore, those orcs who were far from the Waaagh Gate and had no way to evacuate made a decision that went against their ancestors.

They surrendered!

No one knows who the first greenskin to surrender was, but after seeing the cowards around them drop their weapons and kneel on the ground without moving, more and more greenskins followed suit.

Guilliman stared in astonishment at the green-skinned orcs kneeling before him, including some heavily armored leaders capable of fighting off the original Space Marines.

These savage orcs are extremely difficult to deal with; they have taken the concept of being thick-skinned, having high attack, high defense, and high health to the extreme.

The greens looked at the blue giant with awe. Although he was not as huge as Boss Zack, he seemed to have other different characteristics upon closer inspection.

That glowing cleaver in his hand was just too awesome.

"Radish Head Muscle Man beat up Boss Zack, doesn't that mean he's stronger than Boss Zack?"

"With just one sword strike, he can kill any orc within a hundred meters without harming the little shrimp."

"I feel that his final debate with Grud might actually be true. We green-skinned orcs are actually a special kind of silver."

The thoughtful orc boy immediately started brainstorming; they hadn't forgotten the three bets that Muscle Man and their boss Schwarzenegger had made not long ago.

Whether human or orc, those who surrender always like to find irresistible reasons to justify their act of surrender.

If Guilliman is defined as another orc warlord, then they are simply clever greenskins who chose to abandon the darkness and embrace the light after the various leaders had decided their victories.

Guilliman had no idea that these greenskins, with their bizarre ideas, already mistook him for another orc warlord.

Before he could even utter a word, a green-skinned orc voluntarily bound his own hands with large iron chains to show that he posed no threat.

"This..." Even the ever-victorious army, whose fire of revenge was burning brightly, was stunned and confused for a moment. Should they kill or not?

As they swung their chainswords, intending to sever the heads of the defenseless orcs, the creatures immediately began to wail and cry.

"Muscle strength is amazing, we admire your teeth!"

"Please take us as your underlings, we're really good at killing people!"

"If you go east, I absolutely dare not go west; if you go south, I absolutely dare not go north!"

Having attacked the Ulanor Orc Empire and witnessed the might of those Orcs, Guilliman had never seen such a glib-tongued Greenskin willing to surrender so readily.

This broadened his horizons and sparked even more ingenious ideas in his mind.

Perhaps... he could try to capture some orc slaves and attempt to tame them?

The number of green-skinned orcs is too great; their war potential is enough to make even the Primarchs tremble.

At times, Guilliman even imagined how to deal with the Ork if, after continuous evolution, they could overcome the weakness of morale collapse caused by the death of warlords and become a disorganized mob.

If the Ork can be replaced by a junior Ork officer in a very short time and continue to lead the Green Tide, then the threat level of these Greenskinned Orks will increase by at least two levels.

The best way to deal with such a powerful and hostile race is to let it naturally develop internal strife, and then use the green-skinned orcs to fight the green-skinned orcs.

Even if this only slightly curbs the Greenskins, Guilliman believes it is necessary to give it a try.

If all else fails, using these green-skinned orcs for the priests of the Mechanicus to study the orcs' weaknesses and invent new targeted weapons would also be a good option.

After all, living orcs and dead orcs are two completely different concepts.

Guilliman coughed twice, adjusting his voice to more closely resemble the rough, unruly accent of an orc.

"You bunch of cowards, you want to surrender to me?"

"Surrender is fine, but you must show sincerity. Go, stop the other greenskin orcs and make them surrender with you."

"The Ork who captures the most prisoners will become the leader of the other Ork slaves."

Guilliman shouted, but he was also completely unsure of himself; he had never done anything so outrageous before.

Will these Ork carry out orders, or will they simply turn their backs on us?
However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on Guilliman. Upon hearing his promise, the greenskins who had surrendered first immediately began to scatter and attack the faster greenskins from behind.

Guilliman gave them a chance to be the boss, which was incredibly rare and valuable.
Never underestimate the determination of the greens to climb the ranks. Just as a soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier, so too is a greens who doesn't want to be a leader not a good greens.

Those greens who had already surrendered were even more desperate, deciding to go even further since they had already surrendered.

The greens, armed with large rifles, aimed at their fellow countrymen and unleashed a barrage of fire.

Unfortunately, their accuracy was mostly insufficient to kill the thick-skinned orcs. Instead, many orcs were wounded by the gunfire, causing their escape speed to drop significantly.

After catching up with the fleeing orcs, they immediately began to beat them mercilessly with their large cleavers or clubs.

"The leader of Muscle Strength said, surrender and you won't be killed."

"Stop running! If you all run away, who will I be the boss for?"

These surrendered Orcs were beating their own kind at a speed far exceeding six blows per second, determined to show their new leader, Muscle Might, their efforts and attitude.

The Space Marines who were originally slaying the green-skinned orcs were now forced to chase after them.

Even Zoe, who uses Shadowstep, looked at these green-skinned creatures that were running faster than her with a sense of existential unease.

"By the Emperor, why are these green-skinned orcs so ruthless towards their own kind?"

Zoe watched as some green-skinned orcs who refused to surrender were knocked to the ground by those who had surrendered, and their heads, along with their spines, were forcibly pulled out of their bodies.

The traitors held up the heads of their compatriots, and you could see the long string of vertebrae still writhing and twisting in the air, with a large amount of broken green muscle and white trachea mixed in, which was even more shocking.

Extremely savage and violent, that's the Ork.

Orcs' powerful vitality allows them to survive for a considerable period of time, even with only one head remaining.

Their faces contorted with terrifying rage; they still couldn't believe that the great Ork could do such a thing.

This is a shameful betrayal, a trampling on the dignity of the Greenskin Orc race, and a desecration of Brother Goumao!
As if they could read the expressions on the other side's faces, the surrendered men immediately burst into mockery.

“We didn’t betray Brother Mao. It was Boss Zack who abandoned us and ran away. If he is willing to lead us against humanity, we are willing to fight to the death for him.”

"But he was the first one to run away, he was scared to death, so why should we keep risking our lives?"

"The big blue guy is still a big guy. As long as we consider him to be an orc warlord, then he is an orc warlord."

Even Guilliman had no idea what profound impact his heated debate with the orc boy Grud would have on the green-skinned orc race.

Before this, even the green-skinned kid who drank the fake mushroom wine wouldn't have felt any kinship with those weak shrimps.

But Grud's theories opened a door to a new world for them.

More and more green-skinned boys are discovering that they have so many similarities with humans.

Even when a sense of identity begins to form, however weak it may be, it can still influence the self-awareness of some orcs.

And this influence will gradually amplify as the boys "think about it."

Once the dam is opened to release water, the flow will become increasingly faster and harder to control.

Some of the defeated green-skinned kids have even started to wonder if the big golden guy is more worthy of worship and faith.

If even Rehmannia's son, Radish Head Muscle Strength Man, is so powerful, then wouldn't Rehmannia itself be even more incredibly powerful?
While the Orcs were fighting amongst themselves, Guilliman led the Space Marines and Ironmen to the vicinity of the most important spoils of war on this battlefield—the Waaagh Gate.

The technicians who maintained the waaagh gate, as well as the big technicians, had already evacuated first. At this moment, the behemoth was slowly collapsing after operating at overload.

When Guilliman looked up, he could see a large amount of black smoke billowing out from the main frame that made up the Waaagh door.

The dense electrical sparks fell like rain, and when they splashed onto the Space Marines' power armor, they burst into blinding flashes of electricity.

"Those orcish tyrants may have tampered with the Waaagh gate when they retreated, so everyone is on high alert."

"No one is allowed to enter the interior of the Waaagh door without my order!"

"No one knows whether we'll be ambushed by an unknown enemy once we go in!"

Guilliman gave a very serious warning, and the Space Marines obeyed his orders without question.

They simply remained near the Waaagh Gate to keep watch and cleared away some of the orc corpses that had been turned into metal by the seed bomb.

The technical sergeants and the Transformers carefully stepped forward to inspect the twisted and deformed basic structure of the Waaagh door.

However, when they used a matter scanner to analyze the data and build a theoretical model, they got stuck in a vicious cycle.

Human technology simply cannot explain why this pile of twisted metal frames, smoking cables, and sizzling, sparking junk could be assembled into a faster-than-light portal.

The technical sergeants dispatched some unmanned intelligent reconnaissance aircraft to tentatively enter the interior of the waaagh gate, only to find an unknown road burning with green flames and twisted beyond recognition.

In a very short time, the reconnaissance aircraft sent by humans was directly destroyed by some unseen attack, and the transmission of images was interrupted.

"Perhaps we need to send Space Marines into the Waaagh Gate to find out where this portal leads."

"If it leads to the orcs' lair, then we can strike directly at their heart and launch a decapitation strike."

Sigismund suggested that he saw a possibility of quickly destroying the ghoul orc empire.

Even if the chances of success are extremely slim, he still wants to give it a try.

To die in battle is the mission of the Emperor's Weapons. If their sacrifice can ensure the continuation of more humanity, then they will not hesitate to sacrifice themselves.

“No,” Guilliman refused outright.

"Don't pursue a defeated enemy. We only defeated the vanguard of those green-skinned orcs. Even the orc warlord named Zak retreated because he was unsure of the situation and chose a conservative strategy."

Guilliman's Crimson Sword had returned to its original form, its simple silver blade bearing no resemblance to the one that had swept through the orcs on the battlefield.

"Under normal circumstances, if I were to fight that orc warlord to the death, my chances of winning would be no more than 30% even on the optimistic side."

"The most likely scenario is that I will take him down with me."

“We cannot accept this result. After all, based on the information we have, there are definitely more than a handful of orcs at the same level as Bloodhowl Zak in this new orc empire.”

The Primarch was not blinded by this victory; Guilliman was indeed one of the most rational and calm Primarchs, remaining composed and level-headed.

"Is it really that strong?" Sigismund's tone finally softened.

He never personally fought the green beast, so he never had a clear understanding of Zack's strength.

Guilliman nodded seriously.

"Orcs of this level have physical attributes comparable to biological titans. We are at a huge disadvantage when fighting them."

As if he could read Sigismund's mind, he spoke up to warn him:
“I know you are the Emperor Champion, his sharpest weapon, but you haven’t even completed the original forging upgrade.”

"You can see the fate of my unfortunate offspring. They didn't even last a single moment against the orc warlords before returning to the embrace of the Golden Throne."

"Sigismund, you should know the fate of those weapons that cannot adapt to the vitality of war. They will be phased out, stored away, and recycled."

Guilliman also grieved for the fallen soldiers of the Ever Victorious Army, but he did not wallow in grief.

He was the spiritual leader of these Space Marines and the cornerstone of the Empire.

If he wavers, becomes sad, or loses his composure, it will have a very negative impact.

“I know you are very proud of your status as the Sons of Dorne, and therefore resist the original casting, considering it a defilement of your sacred bloodline.”

"I respect your choice, but since you have chosen this path, you must accept the possibility of being gradually eliminated by the war."

“Look at your brothers who died in battle. If they had completed the original forging, perhaps most of them could have been saved. But now they can no longer serve the Emperor.”

"You still have the choice, but I hope you can reconsider."

Guilliman also understood the mindset of the Black Temple well. He cleverly seized the opportunity after the great war and used the bloody reality to persuade Sigismund.

These Dorne sons inherited their father's stubborn and unyielding nature; even if Guilliman wanted to force them, he would not be able to subdue them.

In Guilliman's values, it is better to use the deaths of the victims to serve as a warning to the living than to continue mourning and remembering them.

To some who don't know him well, his behavior might be seen as Guilliman's callousness, cold-blooded rationality, and lack of compassion.

“I understand,” Sigismund replied succinctly and forcefully, bowing his head in thought.

"I will persuade those fighting brothers who are unwilling to accept it to make the change as well."

“If your father knew the situation, he would definitely support you in making changes. Although Dorn is stubborn, he is never pedantic.”

The Primarch patted the Black Knight's shoulder armor, then went to the side of the Waaagh Gate to continue examining this most important piece of loot.

Of course, Guilliman's understanding of these green-skinned orcs' technological creations was clearly beyond his comprehension, and they needed to be handled by professionals.

The Primarch simply instructed the Space Marines to clean up the battlefield and set up a perimeter to prevent the Waaagh Gate from being damaged again.

Although humanity has mastered the space bridge, a means of transportation that allows for faster-than-light travel without the aid of subspace, who would complain about having too many good things in their possession?
The Adarin have always had an ambiguous attitude towards the Web Path, and they are extremely wary even of their human allies.

Guilliman believed that understanding the web path by starting with the green-skinned orcs' waaagh gate might be a viable approach.

"Sir, we have opened a safe path to the surface and sent a landing signal to our warships."

"They already know about our great victory, and Lord Roch and Lord Vulcan will be coming in person."

Grod exclaimed excitedly, "In my opinion, it was indeed a great victory."

"This is our shared glory; let us all strive together," Guilliman said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)