This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 527 This isn't how the Galactic Conquest is done! We won't accept it!

The long and arduous attack lasted for an unknown period of time.

There is no concept of time in the subspace, only endless collisions and tearing, and the feeling of being unable to exert one's strength repeatedly wears down Mao Erge's patience.

When his fist finally struck the solid net wall, Brother Gao Mao finally reaped some positive feedback from this grueling battle.

They tugged at their swollen, red cheeks, temporarily ignoring the less harmful but highly humiliating wounds, and their bodies once again flashed with blue and green WA positions. They roused themselves and began to spread their influence to the network barrier.

"Wa!!!"

The excited roar shook the surrounding warp fragments, and the energy could finally be released unimpeded, a feeling that made them feel completely refreshed.

The abundant WA energy no longer felt like a rubber ball that was constantly expanding, which was then slowly and resolutely forced back, making the beast feel extremely uncomfortable.

As the roar subsided, the light and flames around Brother Gao Mao suddenly intensified, crackling and pushing aside the invisible light that was trying to fill the gap. He began to inject his power into the fragments of the net, attempting to rescue the Bonebreakers who had been manipulated by various parties.

The sticky, snot-like snot-like formless spirit weakened.

Having spent so much time navigating the subspace and having encountered almost every god, Gao Mao Erge quickly assessed his opponent's condition.

If he was a high-level lesser god before, capable of going toe-to-toe with the Chaos Gods before dying, then now he's just a low-class horse, at the same level as Qiao Gaoqi.

I'm not trying to brag, but these two guys could really fight each other.

Of course, Mao Erge wasn't stupid enough to just rush in headfirst. After all, not to mention that there was probably an old fox like Qiao Gaoqi among the opponents, who was quite cunning in terms of scheming and trickery, Ramses had also done a lot of things like feigning weakness and then calling on his two brothers, whom he didn't know where they came from, to fight side by side.

The two gatekeepers of Dawnwing were still too intimidating, especially with such a shameless guy directing them.

If you can't beat someone in the real universe, trick them into the warp and kill them; if you can't beat someone in the warp, trick them into the real universe and kill them.

You see, Vashtor died a horrible death. He finally managed to max out his loan sharks and try his luck in the real world, but he ended up with nothing and was split into five pieces. The smaller fragments were given to a few Primarchs to ensure the safety of the technical equipment of their direct forces, while the larger fragments were given to Romulus to expand his technology capacity.

Unlike the Pantheon, which completely failed to understand its own position and ultimately met its demise, Brother Mao was perfectly clear-headed.

The fact that the Greenskins have been able to stand firm in the galaxy for tens of millions of years, outlasting three overlords and enduring countless wars, and still remain a main force on the chessboard, is all thanks to the two gods who supported them.

These days, does anyone in the warp expect to be a pawn at the table without a god?
Moreover, among the many gods in the subspace, Brother Mao's quality is considered to be among the highest.

Avoid emulating the chaotic octagon above, lest your unwavering will be distorted; and refrain from emulating Vashtor below, simply guarding your own small plot of land.

The left-hand approach is to completely abandon the Pantheon and ignore everything, ultimately leading to Slaanesh playing cards in his belly; the right-hand approach is to be greedy and go all in, ultimately ending up sitting on a golden toilet.

The second brother of the Mao knew very well that they could not learn from Vashtor and could not risk their lives under any circumstances. The reason they could stir up trouble in the real universe was because of the advantage that their main body was in the warp. As long as their main body was in the warp, it meant that they were absolutely safe and could truly provide better help to the Greenskins.

It's safe to say they're evergreens in the warp; even though the Pantheon is almost wiped out, these two are still alive and kicking.

clang--

The lightning manifested by the WA position constantly impacted the invisible light, dispelling the power of these alien deities and bringing the trapped greenskins back into the WA position.

This process was something Mao Erge was very skilled at.

The Greenskins have always had a strong resistance to the Chaos Corruption of the gods because these two warp gods have been dispelling the influence of other gods.

The Greenskins' thirst for war, the satisfaction derived from the process of war, their decadent lifestyle, their occasional displays of cunning, and the vast amount of knowledge recorded in their genes all contribute to making this race the focus of the gods' attention.

After all, the Chaos Gods and those countless lesser gods have never been peaceful creatures. Expecting them to stay out of trouble is as hopeless as expecting the Orcs to stop fighting and the Pirates to stop betraying their allies.

The reason they were born was to fight the Star Gods. After the Star Gods were destroyed by the Space Necromancers, they thought the war was over and they could only kill time by fighting each other in the Warp.

The reality differed somewhat from the ideal.

Following closely behind Gao Ge, Mao Ge, who had been keeping a close eye on things, swung his battle axe and severed the tentacles that the gods had extended while the God of No Form was weakened.

With a kick, Mao Ge shoved away the Wu Xiang Shen who was trying to get close again. Then, he raised his head and roared, intimidating the countless petty people around who wanted to get a share of the spoils in this battle.

For them, this subspace is a reflection of reality.

No friends, no trust.

Only enemies.

Mao Erge (the second brother) is very clear that unless external factors such as the Ancient Saints are introduced, the integration of the galaxy will be pretty much like this.

Only by fighting both the troublesome lesser gods like Ramses and the Chaos Gods can the system be considered complete.

This can be considered one of the lessons they have learned after experiencing changes in the subspace environment.

The Star God specialization has now become a master of subspace combat.

At this moment, while injecting power into the fragments of the net, they vigilantly watched the surrounding movements, not wanting to miss the opportunity to rescue the Bonebreaker, nor giving Ramses and Chogochi any gaps to surround them. In the balance between offense and defense, they perfectly balanced the cunning and ferocity of their green skin.

The walls of the net tunnel trembled slightly as they were eroded by Wa energy, cracks spreading along the walls, and the roars of the Bone Crushers could be heard from within.

Mao Erge grew increasingly excited, his flames intensifying, but the wariness in his eyes remained undiminished.

They simply increased their efforts, on the one hand firmly grasping control of this fragment of the net, and on the other hand transferring spiritual energy into the Bonebreaker to help it strengthen its power so that it could break out from the depths of the chaotic net.

Then, Brother Mao can simply toss the Bonebreaker onto a wrecked spaceship and go back to fighting.

I believe that the successfully unearthed Bonebreaker will bring endless surprises to the human empire!
Boom!

The surging WA energy invaded the network, condensing and attempting to connect every trapped green creature within. To the creatures inside the network, it appeared as a great river that had suddenly appeared overhead.

"This guy, Brother Mao, looks like a mentally challenged brute, so why isn't he falling for it now?"

After relinquishing some control of the network fragments, Ramses, who had been waiting for the other side to charge in, muttered a few complaints.

At this moment, he was holding a number of demons in his hands, most of whom wanted to try their luck because he looked weak.

"Could a complete idiot survive in the warp for 60 million years?"

Qiao Gaoqi, who had never expected such a conspiracy to have any effect, replied, and just stared at Gao Mao Erge, who was both vigilant and radical.

"They know their place, they know that as the god of their race they cannot take risks, and they also know their responsibilities as the god of their race. They are aware of the power they wield, and they know that no matter how difficult it is, they must act, and they know how to act."

"Unlike some people who hold positions but do nothing, why did the ancient sages choose such a worthless piece of trash as the chief god? I'd rather have these two brutes in those positions; at least keeping them happy could actually protect the Spirit Race."

Qiao Gaoqi's voice turned somber, filled with resentment, making the Ark Spirits around him, who had once worshipped Asuyan, feel awkward.

It's clear that he harbors a lot of resentment.

"Then forget it, let Master Ya do it."

Ramses didn't expect any miracles to happen, and simply signaled Arthur, who had already connected with Tarasin, to take action.

Now that we've reached this juncture, if we can't kill Gao Mao, then let's just ensure their initiative within the network. After all, the initial goal was to find a more economical way to secure the network fragments from Gao Mao's second brother and ensure the smooth launch of the network repair plan.

It is said that Old Man Huang is on the road to his death. We have been fighting for so long, but we have not seen a single person.
After checking on Old Man Huang's status again, Ramses contacted Arthur, who had already entered the network fragment by teleportation to make deployments.

"Don't fall for it, activate Plan B."

"receive."

Inside the fragment of the net, Arthur and Tarachin stood side by side, gazing up at the Waa energy that had solidified into a tangible form on the dome.

The blue-green energy, like boiling magma, was slowly seeping through the cracks in the net wall.

He gave a brief response to his partner, then turned his head and nodded slightly to the Necromancer Lord beside him, indicating that they could begin.

Tarasin immediately contacted the phase engineers inside the twelve floating stone towers that had just been built.

As a necromancer with unique tastes, Talazin surprisingly preferred to use intelligent races such as humans, even when managing the museum he considered his private domain. But a necromancer is still a necromancer; although not as domineering as the Emperor, he had no shortage of subordinates.

Those who were the first to experience the health bar boost, having successfully regained their minds and recently been busy open-sourcing necromancy technology, received Tarasin's order and immediately activated the core device of the Floating Stone Tower without hesitation.

"Praise be to the Machine God! The supreme Triune God, ruler of the physical universe, the sea of ​​souls, and the physical universe and the sea of ​​souls!"

Phase Technicians raised their canes, feeling the emotional feedback their mechanical bodies had never given them before, and proclaimed the new faith emerging among the metal demi-humans.

hum~
First, the phase engine inside the giant tower emitted a low hum, and pale purple energy flowed along the pipes, activating the nested control nodes.

Click~
The technicians then quickly calibrated the parameters and imported the data from the Celestial Realm transmitted by Taracin into the core.

Boom! Then, the final start button was pressed.

Thus, under layers of outsourcing, the super weapon that once fought between the Necromancers and the Eldar Empire for supremacy during the post-Heavenly War once again revealed its fangs in the web.

A series of twelve clear and strange sounds, like metal striking stone.

An indescribable, immense power spread along the ritual path formed by the twelve interconnected pumice towers to every corner of this near-destruction fragment of the network.

An ancient, iron-gray pyramid unfolded in the void, revealing the unconscious fluid trapped within an infinite labyrinth. Pale golden light began to emanate, displaying different forms according to the authority bestowed upon them by the Milky Way.

Some are as heavy as a mountain, some as blazing as the sun, some as eerie as a shadow, some as evil as death.
These lights, after shining brilliantly, spread outwards, causing a dramatic change in the green skin energy that had invaded them.

The surging WA energy paused for a moment, then began to condense like water frozen at low temperature.

For Gao Mao Erge, this means that the energy seeping into the rift no longer connects God and His people in a rushing network. As for the energy that Gao Mao Erge poured into the network channel, this energy, which is indefinable by physical rules, immediately began to materialize after the pumice tower expanded its domain.

The rushing river lost its supporting force and began to fall, forming chaotic raindrops as it fell.

Through the eyepiece, Arthur could see that each raindrop was a green skin.

The invisible force was given form in an instant, becoming no longer aloof and elusive.

Anyone can reach out and touch it.

bump!
Arthur's fist slammed into the thick hide of the strongest green-skinned beast with a whooshing sound, the dull thud echoing through the ruins of the net.

Outside the net channel, Gao Ge twitched as if experiencing phantom pain, his muscles tensing into trembling lines.

wow~
Arthur shook off the pieces of flesh from his hands and looked up at the River of Heaven, which had completely collapsed.

His armor was soaked in blood, and blood was seeping down the seams.

His gaze was fixed on the monster before him. Another green-skinned avatar roared and swung its claws. Arthur dodged to the side, drew his sword, and slashed it into the monster's shoulder blade. Blood spurted out and vaporized into smoke in the gap between the warp and the net.

Brother Gao Mao was stunned at first, then his eyes widened, and as if unwilling to give up, he poured power into each crack again.

Unsurprisingly, all the power transformed into physical green skins after entering the network.

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Arthur looked at the green tide ahead, but he wasn't intimidated by such a massive offensive.

I'm not afraid of you getting carried away, I'm just afraid of you not caring.

If Mao Zedong doesn't react at all, that would be troublesome, because then everyone would really have to doubt whether the Greenskins have the ability to repair the network.

Now, faced with this whole argument, even the Green-skinned God, Brother Gao Mao, has chosen to intervene. Isn't that a voluntary admission of guilt?

As for the rest.

Sizzle~
Arthur stopped the blade precisely, letting the crazed greenskin strike him, and then died on the spot.

Time travelers have always understood one principle.

Dignity resides only on the edge of the sword.

This is true even among people of the same race, let alone between people of different races.

Do you think the Milky Way is no longer qualified to give birth to a hegemon, and that humanity is incapable of receiving the Internet?

They couldn't even handle Mao Zedong, yet they dare to clamor and attempt to take over the legacy of the ancient sages?
Can you protect it?
So, let's prove it to them.

When form becomes substance, when invisible energy becomes actual data, when countless abstract concepts become a pure struggle between matter and matter.

Swinging a sword requires muscle movement, and pulling the trigger fires a projectile.

Lasers can heat metal and melt it, while explosives can tear flesh apart and take lives.

Sound travels at 340 meters per second in the air, while light travels at 300,000 kilometers per second.

Arthur raised the holy sword, which had been stained crimson gold.

Boom - boom -! ! !
The deafening roar tore through the noise of the network, creating a destructive melody that belonged purely to the material universe.

And the lives enveloped within are destined to be unable to hear.

The torrent, bursting with endless golden light, was confined to a limited space, advancing against the vast, tangible green river, forming a series of astonishing, almost overlapping explosions, until it poured out of the net channel.

Energy from the material universe crashed into the sea of ​​the soul, creating ripples around that point of impact.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Green Nest area was empty. In these royal areas sealed off by the floating stone towers, all traces of Brother Gao Mao had completely disappeared, shrouded in a vast expanse of ash, including countless ashes and ashes stirred up by violent shockwaves.

The thick wall of smoke acted like a curtain, keeping the online beings who were still fighting inside out.

Only the continuous explosions and deafening roars, as if tearing the world apart, and the incessant tremors, still proclaim that this conflict, beyond the sight of all living beings, continues to rage.

"bring it on."

Sizzle~
Standing amidst the ashes, Arthur stepped over the body of a giant green-skinned creature.

With a swift movement of the black sword, the green skin was split in two, and the bloodstains formed the shape of a sword, engraved in the empty net space.

The Floating Stone Tower also activated its attack mode simultaneously. Since it no longer needed to suppress the Star God's consciousness, the energy that could be released freely scraped against the Green Nest, like an eraser constantly smearing green across a blank screen.

He raised his head, his unwavering eyes piercing through the mountain of corpses to the horde of crazed greens that had surged towards him.

"Try to get past me."
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The war on the network is endless, and the waves of the warp never cease.

"What are all these things?!"

Faced with a constant stream of new opponents, and even the tactic of turning the tables on them at this moment, Brother Mao scratched his head, deep in confusion.

They began to recall how many opponents had come before and after the operation against the Bonebreaker.

Humans, having just beaten the kids to a pulp, were forced to seek refuge in the Internet.

Ramses, a sub-god of the warp, is not considered strong. His strength lies mainly in his ability to drastically increase his power in a short period of time, which is comparable to the accumulation of tens of millions of years.

The initial measures to deal with the Mao attack were reminiscent of a bean sprout, and even had the flavor of the even more pathetic clown god Chocobo, it was almost overflowing.

The Black Stone Array, which just quantified the power of the Mao, is a pure skeletal technique. This technology, which originated from the Star Gods, is naturally not as mysterious as the warp. It can be charged with Star God fragments and is plug-and-play.

And now there's this thing that looks like a star god—

Humans, Lesser Gods, Eldar, Necromancers, Star Gods.
When the components of these things flash through one's mind, and one is convinced that all of this is real, a strong sense of unease envelops them.

wrong.

Not right.

Brother Gao Mao lay on the edge of the network fragments, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was in the middle of a war.

Why did they unite?
No, if you can't handle shrimp, you take matters into your own hands; if you can't handle bean sprouts, you switch to ribs, right?

And what's that standing next to the ribs?
Why should we fight with these shrimp, bean sprouts, and pork ribs that are all cooked together?
Why are the two sides teaming up?!
Aren't you enemies?
A series of questions erupted from their consciousness, eventually turning into a resentful question.

That's not how you do Galactic Warfare!

You should first plunge your people into a state of misery, extravagance, and impending extinction. Use cruel dictatorship and extreme luxury to create immense internal pressure, turning them into a powder keg ready to explode. Then, engage in an arms race and space plunder, treating all living beings, even yourself, as enemies. Carry out a racial purification and galactic massacre, and then have a duel with us.

In the end, after exhausting all means, you will be devoured by the big dad you raised, and we will continue to beat you until you all rot together, becoming one of the people destined to die in the galaxy.

How come you've reached a reconciliation with the moderates within other races, sharing resources and pooling your wisdom, combining warp entities with the Stargods, and mutually reinforcing the ancient wisdom of the Eldar and the Necromancers of space, managing both the warp and the real universe, and acting as if you're treating us like chaotic demons while things are progressing smoothly?

That's not how you do Galactic Warfare!

Facing a group of opponents who were so familiar yet, in his mind, should never have been on the same side, feeling the ambition and domineering intent of such an enemy, and the giant floating stone towers arrayed together, Gao Mao Erge, knowing that he was powerless, pounded on the network barrier.

We don't accept this!
　P.S.: Finally, New Year's Day is almost here!

　　Wow wow wow wow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)