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

Chapter 837 Humanity's Green-Skinned Blade

When Vulcan appeared before the beast, the orc warlord's mind went blank for a moment.

His eyes almost burst out of their sockets as he stared incredulously at the so-called "orc emperor" who had appeared before him.

This is no orc emperor at all; it is clearly the human prime minister who has a blood feud with them and wishes he could devour their flesh raw—the big green Vulcan.

Humans may find it difficult to distinguish the subtle differences between orcs, but orcs know the key human figures inside and out.

Beasts naturally knew a great deal about heavyweights like Guilliman and Vulcan.

But now, with Mao Zedong in charge, what the hell is going on?!
Why would a human exude such a pure and powerful aura of an orc emperor?

The beast reluctantly closed its eyes, then used its powerful eye muscles to squeeze the lens of its eyeballs desperately, trying to see through this terrible illusion.

Yes, it must have been those despicable humans who, through some means, deceived their senses and simulated the aura of the orc emperor.

However, when the beast opened his eyes again, he found that Vulcan was a little closer to him.

The beast's eyesight could even see the extremely fine hairs on Vulcan's skin, as well as those tiny pores, and of course, his distinctive dark green skin color.

Ordinary green-skinned babies are usually light green when they are born, and their skin color will gradually darken as they grow bigger and stronger.

Orcs of the level of the super-heavy armored leader are almost all dark green—a symbol of health and strength.

The beasts had never seen a skin like Vulcan's before, a dark green with a certain translucent quality, like a large piece of imperial jade crafted by a master craftsman.

From an orc's perspective, this is simply the most beautiful and WAAAGH skin color. Perhaps only the legendary second brother of the Mao tribe deserves to have such a noble color.

The beast was about to curse Vulcan and humans, but his instincts made him swallow all the profanities back down.

The Orc Emperor possesses a suppressive power over all Orcs that originates from their genes and mental state; even wild beasts cannot resist this instinct.

The feeling of Waaagh's energy was unmistakable; the human prime minister before him was undoubtedly the emperor of their green-skinned orcs.

If even wild beasts are so confused, then the orc lads around them are even more bewildered.

Brain: This is clearly the original form of humanity, their mortal enemy, Vulcan.

Instinct: This is clearly their supreme orc emperor.

The collision and distortion between the two caused the orc boys immense pain, making it difficult for them to accept the reality before them.

But for the Ork, the power of instinct is ultimately stronger.

Under the influence of the immense waaagh energy emanating from Vulcan, their cognition and memories are being forcibly modified and overwritten.

In the boys' eyes, Vulcan's image was rapidly losing its human form, transforming into an incredibly strong, mighty, and domineering giant orc.

The phantom of Brother Mao seemed to flicker behind him, further convincing them that this was indeed the genuine Orc Emperor.

The beast endured the longest; his willpower and intelligence far surpassed those of the other orcs.

He can clearly perceive that his cognition is being modified and reshaped by waaagh energy.

"You...you humans, so this is what you were planning?"

The beast trembled, but the confusion and bewilderment in his eyes vanished as he suddenly understood the sinister intentions of humans.

They used some unknown method to give Vulcan a special ability to confuse the orcs, even making them believe that Vulcan was their emperor.

That's impossible; the sensing of waaagh energy cannot be wrong!

If countless Ork people truly acknowledge Vulcan as their emperor, then the beasts will have no doubt about their own race and will henceforth follow the lead of humans, becoming their butcher's knife.

This is an ending that even wild beasts would never want to see.

The beast tried hard to stay conscious, but how could he, already in a weakened state, possibly resist the brainwashing of waaagh energy?
Vulcan walked slowly to the beast's side and personally removed the psychic suppressor shackles that bound him.

A surge of powerful WAAAGH energy flowed from Vulcan's body and entered the beast's body.

The next moment, the beast's severed limbs began to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You...you're not!"

The beast glared angrily, but he had ultimately reached the limits of his physical and mental strength.

His consciousness sank into chaos, and vaguely, it seemed that Brother Gao Mao had summoned him to his side.

In a daze, the beast seemed to be summoned to the side of Brother Gao Mao, like a child who had suffered all kinds of grievances, crying out to its god:

"Brother Gao! Brother Mao! Humans want to completely enslave us Ork Orcs!"

"You can't just stand by and do nothing! You can't let us become human thugs and puppets!"

However, what he received in return was a violent slap from Gao Ge.

The power of the guy was so great that it almost made the beast's head spin 720 degrees in mid-air.

"I don't want any excuses, I just want you to WAAAGH! Get up!"

"Facts have proven that even under the leadership of that kid Kork, you bunch of losers can't get anything done. So why not find a leader who can actually lead you to success!"

The roar of the beast nearly tore its soul to shreds. Even the simplest communication with a warp deity like the Orc God could have devastating consequences.

But Mao Ge intervened and protected the beast's soul. He rubbed some dirt off his own body and used it to directly pull the beast's soul back.

“We know that Vulcan the big guy isn’t entirely an orc; he also has human blood flowing through his veins, and some even say the blood of the Golden Big Guy, but none of that matters.”

"He has the potential to become a god. Perhaps one day he will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the two of us. Letting him lead you to continue waaagh is definitely the right thing to do!"

"And who said he was going to lead the Ork orcs? That means humans are controlling the orcs. Conversely, it could also mean that we orcs stole one of the golden giant's Primarchs."

"Stop thinking nonsense, you little brat, do you understand?"

The beast awoke with a start, its head throbbing as if it had been struck by a battering ram.

"I think I was inspired by Mao Zedong? But why can't I remember the details?"

"It seems that Brother Mao has... chosen Vulcan as the new orc emperor."

The beast looked up at Vulcan with awe, his body now fully restored and back to its prime.

"What? You still intend to resist to the end?"

Vulcan didn't know what the beast had just gone through; he just thought that if the beast still refused to submit, it would be better to kill it.

The Lord of Fire Dragons is never merciful when dealing with aliens.

"Of course we choose..." The beast's voice suddenly grew louder, and then this war behemoth lunged at Vulcan in a sliding kneeling posture completely disproportionate to its size.

"I choose to submit to the Emperor, and you will be the new leader of our Ork race!"

"Great Orc Emperor Vulgan, all orcs will sing your praises and worship you, becoming the sharpest blade and the most powerful warhammer in your hands!"

Looking at the subjugated beast before him, Vulcan was filled with emotion.

They were fighting each other on the battlefield, but now the other party is kneeling in front of him, calling him the Orc Emperor.

Through sensing the energy of waaagh, he was able to discern whether the other party's thoughts were genuine, and now it seemed that the beast had indeed submitted.

The other orc boys around them also knelt down, offering their loyalty to the new orc emperor.

They had an emperor again, and the orcs had hope again.

On the high walls of the Mustafa weapons testing range, which was as magnificent as an arena, Losi, Guilliman, and others took in everything and fell into a brief silence.

"So, it seems our plan has succeeded, right?" Guilliman's voice was a little strange, as if he was forcing out a sentence from his throat while suppressing some emotion.

“We succeeded.” Loshi’s tone carried a calm, settled tone. “We have the key to control the orcs. Next, we will use this key to unlock the orc treasures scattered throughout the galaxy.”

Although the ghoul orc empire has been destroyed, the orcs are far from being eradicated.

Exterminating all the orcs was an almost impossible task. Even when the Necromancers of the galaxy were burning glass and destroying the spores of the Kork orcs, they still couldn't completely eradicate them.

After Emperor Kirk's death, the remaining Ork lost their only leader. Their instincts for infighting and self-preservation once again took hold, and they had already fled in all directions in their warships.

Some large orcs, after taking a portion of their followers to the no man's land, will begin to establish their own tribes and become the new warlords.

These warlords will fight each other, and the fighting will only end when one of them can annex the other.

The orcs returned to their previous chaotic state of being fragmented and fighting amongst themselves.

Originally, humans could only suppress and wipe out these orc settlements to keep them within a certain size and number.

After all, it's like pressing down one gourd only to have another pop up – it's just a waste of effort.

But now that Vulcan has become the new emperor of the orcs, these scattered orc tribes have become Vulcan's potential subjects and source of soldiers.

The Ork, once the scourge of the galaxy, have instantly become a coveted treasure in the eyes of Lothie and the Primarchs.

The more orc pocket empires Vulcan conquers and the more orc primitive tribes he annexes, the more orcs he controls, which, roughly speaking, means the more orcs humans can mobilize and command.

The Primarchs looked at each other and saw a raging fire in each other's eyes.

“Let’s go and see for ourselves Vulcan’s control over the Ork,” Lothie suggested. “Let’s verify whether these newly surrendered Orks are willing to obey their emperor’s orders unconditionally.”

As the elevator carried them down from the upper floor, the Ork people surrounding Vulcan immediately smelled the human presence, especially the unique scent of the Primarch.

Although Vulcan has become their orc emperor, the other human Primarchs are still their mortal enemies, and the beasts don't know if they will kill Vulcan.

After all, in human perception, all aliens are blasphemous and abhorrent, and now Vulcan is clearly associated with aliens.

If they were to kill Vulcan, then the beast would risk his life to cover the orc emperor's retreat.

They cannot afford to lose a second emperor!

In just a few minutes, Vulcan completely won over these Ork, just as the Kork Orks had won over the Orks on the Greenskins in the past.

"For the glory of the orcs, for the future of the orcs, protect our emperor!"

The beasts roared deafeningly, and the previously listless orc prisoners suddenly burst forth with astonishing morale.

The WAAAGH energy resonates, stimulating them to transform back into their original ferocious form.

Guilliman watched this scene with a look of satisfaction rather than anger.

He tentatively took two steps forward, and the beast immediately charged forward like a moving mountain, its muscles bulging, ready for close combat.

"Stop! I command you not to harm humans."

"As long as you still acknowledge me as the emperor, you must obey my will."

Vulcan's voice came from behind the beast, resolute and leaving no room for negotiation.

"But humans will not tolerate you!" The beast suddenly turned to look at the emperor, its massive head bowed, its voice filled with grief and pleading. "They are ruthless exterminators, showing no mercy to the aliens in the galaxy, only to exterminate them all!"

The Orcs did indeed completely obey Vulcan's orders. Even though they still harbored strong hostility and fear towards humans, they forcibly suppressed their instinct to attack and did not do anything out of line.

"Who said that? We humans are indeed ruthless in our extermination of enemies, but we are completely different with our allies."

“You have to have evidence to back up your arguments!” Loshi retorted directly, pulling Tarasin, who was watching the commotion, over.

"Tarasin the Endless, the overlord of Solemnath, he is our human ally."

"Space necromancers are also aliens to humans, and the kind of aliens that pose a great threat."

"If we humans are truly as absolutely xenophobic as you claim, then how do you explain Tarasin?"

“Tarahim is doing well; we even helped him rebuild his soul.”

"And there's also the prophet Uslan of the Adarin race, who is also our ally. You should know of his existence. He was the one who led you into the Web Path and spread those damned rumors."

Facts speak louder than words. When Loshi presented Tarasin as a living example, the beast was immediately speechless.

"I knew it. That damned old bean sprout was definitely up to no good. He really is one of your people."

"Don't let me catch him! Otherwise, he'll be in for a world of hurt!"

The beast growled softly, venting its dissatisfaction and resentment.

"We have indeed just finished a life-or-death war, but you and I both know that the Ork cannot be wiped out."

"Instead of continuing to fight, it would be better for the two races to cooperate and form an alliance of interests."

Seeing that the beast's attitude was wavering, Loxi immediately seized the opportunity to advance the railway.

“Vulcan becoming your orc emperor is a groundbreaking attempt. He will become the leader who restrains the orcs and a bridge for communication between the two races.”

"Hmph, that's easy for you to say! You just want to enslave us orcs. Humanity's ambitions are truly boundless."

"Aren't you afraid of eating too much at once and getting stuffed to death?!"

The beast sneered, knowing perfectly well what the humans were up to.

“If you insist on calling it slavery,” Losi’s tone turned cold and unyielding, “then call it slavery. After all, it was your own request.”

"We can choose to brutally enslave you, or we can choose a more gentle form of cooperation. You should know that the initiative is now in the hands of humanity."

"And haven't you forgotten a factual premise?" Rosie said with a strange smile on her lips.

"Your ancestors, the Orcs, were originally biological weapons created by the Ancient Ones."

War is your very nature; you don't care at all whether you are enslaved or controlled.

"The only thing you care about is whether you can fulfill the mission of your biological weapons—WAAAGH!, or rather, the war itself."

"Once a sharp blade is forged in a furnace, its only destiny is to drink the blood of its enemies. As for whether the one holding the hilt is good or evil, does it matter to the blade?"

"You should already know the answer in your hearts."

The beast fell into an even deeper silence under Rosie's questioning.

Yes, for the Orcs, is being controlled really that important?
As Gestalt-minded, gregarious creatures, most orcs do not have a concept of "freedom," and freedom has never been a necessity for them.

Only battle, only WAAAGH!, is their eternal pursuit.

Orcs don't have complicated reasons for choosing a leader to follow; as long as the leader is strong, domineering, and waaagh-like enough to lead his minions in endless battles, that's enough.

If orcs were given the choice between following a leader who was invincible and incredibly powerful as a slave, or following a leader who was repeatedly defeated and had never stood up for himself as a comrade, almost all orcs would choose the former.

If you can be a slave to the orc leader, what's wrong with being a slave to humans?
A fierce internal struggle was raging within the beast, and he was unaware that his unwavering resolve to never submit had quietly crumbled.

Vulcan seemed to be trying to put himself in the shoes of the orc emperor, and he said to the beast in a deep voice:
"I told you to stop attacking humans because humans will provide the Ork with the most powerful weapons and equipment, as well as endless fuel and massive amounts of ammunition to keep you going forever."

"From now on, the Orcs will no longer need to waste time collecting scrap and have the Techies expend a lot of energy piecing the scrap together into usable weapons and equipment."

"My power of thought is not meant for you to waste on a pile of garbage. Orcs should use my power of thought to create technologies and weapons that are far more destructive. That is how you maximize efficiency."

Vulcan's words struck a chord with the orcs.

Especially the young technicians and the top technicians, their eyes gleamed with strong approval.

Orcs are indeed adept at reassembling what humans consider waste into usable weapons and equipment.

But just because they can do it doesn't mean they like to do it.

If orcs had a choice, who wouldn't want to directly acquire those readily available weapons that are more powerful, more accurate, and more durable?
It's just that in the past, orcs only had their living space squeezed by humans, and their only source of materials was scavenging or plundering, leaving them with no other choice.

The orc boys were eager to agree to the humans' demands and become their allies, but they were also afraid that the beasts would be angered and tear them apart in a fit of rage.

The beast's enormous eyes darted back and forth; he had already seen that the boys' spirits had already broken.

"Ugh……"

"You can choose to die rather than submit, but you must understand that you are not irreplaceable."

Loxi immediately pressed her advantage, dropping another bombshell on the beast's mental defenses.

"Beast-level orc warlords are indeed rare, but as long as there is an orc emperor, there will be a constant stream of beasts emerging. Perhaps one of the lads here has the potential to become the next 'beast'."

Don't you want to improve?

As soon as he finished speaking, the Orcs present immediately turned their heads away guiltily, not daring to meet their leader's gaze.

Yes, the more empty spaces there are at the top, the more orcs can climb up.

If an orc boy wants to grow to the level of a beast, the best way is to constantly participate in battles and continuously gain the admiration of more orc boys.

Beasts never want their position to be replaced, and no orc would willingly be trampled underfoot by other orcs.

Loshi's psychological offensive against the beast was exceptionally sharp, targeting both the interests of the race and the beast's personal interests. No matter what the beast thought, siding with humans was the best option he could make.

This was his last attempt; if the beast truly didn't know what was good for it, then he would have no choice but to kill it and find a new one.

The orcs stared at the beast with incredibly complex emotions—hoping their leader would survive, yet also secretly hoping he would step down.

This complex emotion caused many orcs to reveal expressions of pain on their masks, a rare occurrence.

The beast panted heavily, its scarlet eyes fixed on Loxi, seemingly contemplating how to kill the human before it, or perhaps take him hostage and break through the encirclement.

Guilliman silently gripped the Crimson Sword in his hand, while Vulcan's muscles tensed, ready to kill this unyielding beast with his own hands at any moment.

The air around them seemed to freeze, the silence was eerily quiet, and the only sounds were the heavy breathing of wild beasts and the thunderous beating of hearts.

The beast raised its head high, its eyes seemingly radiating the last pride and madness of the orcs.

The beast moved!

Psychic lightning silently coalesced in Rosie's hand, Guilliman prepared to unleash his power, Danteok prepared to open a dimensional rift, and Adam's Astral Phase Sword gleamed with a cold light...

The beast's massive body crashed to one knee like a mountain collapsing, its newly formed knee violently striking the metal ground, causing the solid surface to cave in.

"I am willing to submit to humanity."

“I pledge allegiance to the new orc emperor. His will is my will. The emperor hopes that we can live in peace with humans, so we will live in peace.”

"We humans don't need anything else, we just need endless waaagh! We hope you can keep your promise."

The beast's submission instantly revived the atmosphere that had plummeted to freezing point.

"Next time you make a statement... you can be quicker, don't take so long to build up your stance."

"If the buildup goes on for too long, it can easily lead to someone's death."

"Is there any statement that a nod cannot make?"

Luo Xi sighed, rubbed his forehead, and smiled wryly.

If the other party had spoken any slower, they would probably have been beaten to a pulp.

The beast slowly rose and stood silently behind Vulcan, like the emperor's most loyal shadow and shield.

The other orcs also showed joy, their eyes burning with fervor as they looked at Vulcan. Then, they all imitated the beasts, kneeling before their emperor to show their loyalty.

Looking at this highly symbolic scene, Luo Xi couldn't help but clap her hands, and the applause quickly spread to the others, and for a moment it was thunderous.

At this moment, Vulcan became the absolute focus, and he embarked on the path to becoming the common ruler of all orcs.

“Congratulations, Vulcan,” Losi said sincerely as he stepped forward.

"You have completely eliminated a major threat to the empire."

Loshi's gaze swept over the subjugated orcs: "Perhaps there aren't many orcs who have submitted to you yet, but as long as you advance steadily, the power under your command will snowball."

Orcs reproduce at an incredibly rapid rate, multiplying even in desolate, undead worlds.

Now that this knife is in human hands, it can no longer be allowed to grow wildly.

"The Empire has many planets with extremely harsh environments that are unsuitable for human habitation. With a little modification, they can become breeding grounds for new Orcs."

"Without external interference and if all basic conditions are met, the Orcs' army will grow faster than we can imagine."

Vulcan looked somewhat dazed and frightened.

Now the orcs have submitted to him, but what about his offspring? How will the salamanders view their genetic father?

"I think I might need some time to calm down," Vulcan said, his voice tinged with weariness.

“Calm down?” Guilliman stepped forward and interjected, “I suggest you take your existing orcs and your salamanders and begin a galactic patrol while you’re calm.”

"From now on, your time will become an extremely valuable strategic resource, because there are orc tribes waiting for you to recruit all over the galaxy."

"This sounds a bit like that game I often play called 'Snake,' brother. You are that insatiable, endless snake, constantly bringing more and more orcs under your command."

“Guilliman is right, brother,” Dorn’s voice was steady and powerful. “Although I would like to give you some time to relax, your time is now tied to the survival of countless imperial worlds.”

"The sooner you gather those pirates and defeated soldiers, the more of the human world can be spared from the ravages of war."

"You are always obsessed with forging powerful divine weapons, but no matter how powerful a divine weapon is, it can not play a greater role than the weapon of war that you currently possess."

"Can I say a few words?" Peturabo, who had been hiding and not saying much, also popped up.

“You didn’t reject me, so take that as an agreement.” Perturabo’s eyes were full of envy and longing. “The orc legion in your hands could very well become the spearhead of humanity’s counterattack against the warp, but the Chaos Gods will not stand idly by. They may very well put forward a second orc emperor to fight you.”

"So we must seize the time now and gain an absolute advantage before the enemy can react."

Vulcan took a deep breath, feeling even more acutely the immense weight of the responsibility on his shoulders.

"I understand."

"I will gather the orc tribes from all over the galaxy as soon as possible and forge them into weapons for humankind."

Vulcan and the Salamander Legion may not have been the most dazzling protagonists in the past.

Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Dark Angels... there are far too many legions more powerful and dazzling than the Salamanders, even Vulcan and his brothers seem unremarkable in comparison.

But at this moment, they became the focus of everyone's attention, the undisputed protagonists in this grand epic!
(End of this chapter)