Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 718 The Northern Ice Country with Green Skin as Neighbors

The desolate world of Gages is located in the outer ring of the Fren system, which is filled with asteroids.

A once-defeated green-skinned empire is rising again.

In the words of the Greenskins themselves, a massive Waaagh is gathering.

Once their power reaches its limit, it will be a huge disaster for the world around the galaxy, and even the entire star sector.

To stop a fully formed Waaagh often requires the coordinated efforts of several, or even a dozen, Astartes chapters.

However, the Storm Starfield does not currently possess such conditions.

Therefore, in order to prevent the Orks from turning the entire star system upside down, the best approach would be to weaken the Waaagh before they reach a significant scale.

This is also the best strategy that human empires have had against the greens in tens of thousands of years; it is almost impossible to completely eliminate them.

A month ago, under the planning of the Ascetic Chapter's leader, the entire Imperial armed forces of the Storm Starfield were mobilized to launch a siege against this alien empire from all directions.

The greens on planet after planet were wiped out, and fortress after fortress was destroyed.

But this is far from enough.

The Greenskin Empire on the main planet of Fren has grown to a point where it cannot be ignored; merely eliminating some peripheral strongholds is not enough to change the situation.

However, the Greenskins realized that they were collecting spaceship wreckage here and piecing it together with nearby meteorite fragments of suitable size to create a unique "Meteorite Assault Ship" for the Greenskins.

The Imperial forces' advance was halted, and a large portion of their military resources had to be used to deal with these meteorite assault ships.

Meanwhile, the Greenskins' power is growing stronger with the escalating intensity of the war.

In the present-day Fren, spores and fungal carpets cover the surface, and hordes of farts and greenskins are building warships with their unimaginable imaginations.

The world has become a green world.

All around, hundreds of warship wrecks powered by ion reactors lay scattered, the greens using their unimaginable mechanical magic to weld together the rusted hulls dragged from the battlefield ruins into enormous, ugly warships.

Originally, no human force was able to enter this fortress world.

But then, a flash of light appeared.

The group appeared in a jungle.

"Where is this place?" Aegyas looked at the green military blanket under his feet with great disgust, then covered his mouth and nose.

"It stinks."

“Be careful,” Gunnir said.

He casually waved his hand, and the fungal carpet on the ground was instantly frozen, losing its activity.

His hair was ice blue, clearly indicating that he had refined the Devil Fruit to an extremely high level.

"The captain is so strong!" A bald little boy exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.

"He seems even stronger than Aokiji in the manga!"

"Of course, the captain has a Devil Fruit enhanced to double A level," another white-haired archer said admiringly.

"Rank A Armament Haki!"

"Rank B Observation Haki!"

"Master of the Six Styles of the Navy!"

"One person once held off an army of hundreds of thousands of zombies!"

The team members' praise made Gonnie a little embarrassed, and he quickly put on a serious face.

"All right!"

This world is dangerous!

"You must make sure that the protective arrays on your bodies are activated!"

"This is that place..."

Even now, he still didn't dare to call them by name: "The hometown of those guys."

Compared to Nan Yan, Bei Bing, with only a college student named Aigeyas as a wise man, obviously did not have such comprehensive thinking.

Of course, Gunnir, who was deeply hurt by Chaos, also knew that the influence of the evil god was necessarily silent and could even change the person's perception, so he could not trust his own will.

External protection is necessary.

Three cobblers, after much research and coordination of the team's resources, could barely manage to strengthen the team with a mental protective field, plus a specially made anti-mental talisman.

As long as the Arctic ice remains united, it is theoretically immune to being silently invaded by evil gods.

In theory.

Of course, there are advantages to doing this.

Compared to Nan Yan, who exchanged for a large number of protective items, Bei Bing's personal enhancement level was generally higher than Nan Yan's.

For example, Gangnir's total enhancements have exceeded one S-rank.

With the third-order gene lock, he is almost one of the strongest reincarnators below the fourth order.

The instantaneous output of the Ice-Ice Fruit can approach absolute zero, which is -270 degrees Celsius.

"Hmph." A hint of ferocity appeared on Aigoas's face.

"We were outmaneuvered last time, but this time we're fully prepared!"

"I just don't believe it..."

"Hahaha, I find your cowardly appearance laughable!" a disdainful voice rang out.

At the outermost edge of the group, a bald man with bulging muscles chuckled a few times.

"Zhao Mingkong, what are you laughing at!" the bald little boy said discontentedly.

"The captain has warned you multiple times because you've been saying strange things!"

"Don't think that just because you're from Zhongzhou, we should be afraid of you!"

"Alright, Diego," Gunnir quickly stopped the pointless verbal sparring.

"First, use your mental energy to scan and find out our location."

He turned to look at the tall Zhao Mingkong and forced a smile.

“Zhao Mingkong, you have never faced those terrifying chaos.”

"They can dominate your will, influence your memories, and make you not yourself!"

Even the Zhongzhou team—

"Look how scared you are," Zhao Mingkong interrupted dismissively.

"They're just a bunch of rats hiding in the shadows, plotting their schemes."

"If anyone dares to show their face in front of me, I'll crush them on the spot."

"Calm down, Zhao Mingkong," Gunnir advised helplessly.

"We cannot fight head-on."

"That's because you're not strong enough," Zhao Mingkong said, chin in hand.

"Now that I've joined the Arctic team, what are you still afraid of?"

Aegias and Gunnir exchanged a glance, both reading helplessness in each other's eyes.

Zhao Mingkong.

The legendary Zhao family of assassins.

The brothers of Zhao Yingkong, a strong player from the Zhongzhou team, and Zhao Zhuikong, a strong player from the Dongmei team.

Zhao Mingkong was no ordinary man either. As one of the seeds that Zhuang Boshi had planted in reality, he did not disappoint. He came to the God Space with his inner strength and a second-tier gene lock.

Having just joined the North Ice Kingdom, he utterly defeated the newly resurrected Aegias.

He quickly established himself in the Arctic and even lived up to his genetic talent by unlocking the fourth-order gene lock, becoming the only fourth-order gene lock expert in the Arctic team.

His combat strength was so great that it had already overwhelmed Gangnir, who was only at the third rank.

This frustrated Gungnir, but he wasn't a narrow-minded person; he could only lament that the people of the Middle-earth were all monsters.

Fortunately, although Zhao Mingkong was somewhat arrogant, he was not the kind of arrogant and rebellious person, nor was he a pervert like Zhao Zhuikong.

Although he often refers to the weak as the underdog, he always leads from the front in battle and never abandons the weak, nor does he harm his teammates just because they argue with him.

Overall, he's just an arrogant person who can't keep his mouth shut.

"Captain, this is not good." Diego, the psychic, looked distressed.

"This planet is infected by the green skin."

"My mental scan range is filled with green skins!"

"Moreover, there is a green-skinned fleet of over a hundred warships in space."

Although the North Ice team couldn't even muster half a wise man, they still knew to have some prior knowledge of Warhammer's background.

They are no strangers to the Warhammer Greenskins.

It's slightly better than starting on a chaotic planet or an insect planet.

But for the Arctic, it's also a hellish difficulty level.

Gunnir looked rather grim.

"If all planets are green-skinned, then we're in trouble."

He recalled the near annihilation of his entire army upon landing in the Lord of the Rings world, and felt a lingering fear.

"Something's wrong! We need to get out of here right now!" Diego exclaimed in alarm. "It looks like some greens have spotted us!"

"They've surrounded us!"

“But our spacecraft can only travel at sub-light speed at most, and it’s unarmed.” Aegyas paced back and forth, deep in thought.

"If we charge out, we'll definitely be intercepted by the green-skinned fleet!"

"Survival is slim!"

"As I said before, I must exchange for a faster-than-light spaceship!"

Aegyas wore an expression of exasperation, as if to say, "My wisdom foresaw this situation long ago; it's your lack of cooperation that's the problem!"
Gunnil was speechless; a faster-than-light spaceship would have to start at least at the S speed.

We could only afford to trade the entire Arctic team!

"Stop arguing," Diego said, his face pale. "At least 50,000 Orks at the ten o'clock position!"

"Less than fifty kilometers away!"

Aegyas touched his multicolored hair.

"Still the same policy?"

Gunnell said, "We just need to hold on until the Central Continent team arrives!"

"everything will get better!"

Aegyas pointed to the number 59 on his wristwatch: "Forget it."

"The Zhongzhou team has arrived, and we've already become fertilizer."

"Therefore, let's retreat first!"

"A bunch of cowards!" Zhao Mingkong sneered, and with a whoosh, he leaped into the air.

The violent force cracked the solid ice on the ground, creating a large crater, and several low-level reincarnators staggered and fell.

“Shit!” Aegyas spat out a mouthful of frozen spores.

"What is he trying to do? Is he going to his death?!"

Diego said, "Captain, I've found an abandoned ship."

After a moment's thought, Gunnil said, "Aegias, you hold off the Greenskins for Zhao Mingkong."

"The rest of you, come with me to the airship and try to repair it!"

"Alright, alright." Aegias took a step forward, and flames gathered behind him.

"I've heard that the best way to deal with greenskins is with fire, which happens to be my specialty."

boom!
A massive amount of flame spread across the sky, burning directly from the ground into the heavens.

This planet is filled with spores even in the air, and these spores are highly flammable.

This move was completely beyond Aegias's comprehension.

In an instant, flames filled the sky and the fields.

The green-skinned boy, piloting a dilapidated aircraft more than ten kilometers away, clearly did not expect that flames would rush towards him.

The objects, which were essentially makeshift helicopters, fell to the ground after being directly exposed to the fire.

Aegias alone successfully tied down a large number of Greenskins.

He straightened up and laughed heartily: "Gonnil, I'm clearly stronger in this world!"

Zhao Mingkong turned around and saw the fiery sunset: "Not bad."

As he spoke, he twisted the head off a burly Oglin.

Before them were densely packed, robust green-skinned creatures, but it seemed that because this planet had not experienced war for a long time, the Oglin Orks, who lived by war, had not evolved to a terrifying degree.

Even upon seeing this tall man, the greens hesitated.

"What is this?" They looked at each other.

"What shrimp wouldn't run away when it sees us? Could it be those canned food kids?"

That's how orcs are; if they don't experience war for a long time, they will degenerate.

They were even at a loss when facing Zhao Mingkong, but Zhao Mingkong would not give them a chance.

Zhao Mingkong ripped off his shirt, and his muscles tensed instantly, a surge of green gamma energy filling every cell of his body.

In just a few seconds, he transformed into a giant green monster over six meters tall.

He enhanced the Hulk bloodline, becoming more powerful the angrier he became.

The green-skinned man in front of him was even more terrified when he saw Zhao Mingkong transformed into the Hulk.

Is this some new variety?

"Is this Warlord?"

"It's the legendary Warboss!"

The greenskins looked at each other in bewilderment. Could this be the vanguard of another clan invasion?

Never heard of it!
The greenskins love war, and sometimes they fight against humans, Eldar, Chaos, and other aliens.

When there was no fighting, the two clans killed each other.

Moreover, the stronger the orc, the larger its size.

Those over five meters tall were already considered to be some of the more powerful warlords.

Ten thousand years ago in Ulanno, a warboss beast appeared that was a full twelve meters long.

The creature before me, though lacking sharp fangs and flowing hair, was...

But those perfect muscles and deep green skin all showcased the unique aesthetics of the orcs.

Moreover, those tight-fitting shorts are the equipment that every orc dreams of.

Before they could react.

Zhao Mingkong clasped his hands together, and a crisp "snap" resounded across the battlefield like a thunderclap carrying a violent force.

The next moment, a huge shockwave spread out from him, sweeping across the area like an invisible giant blade. Hundreds of orcs wielding spiked clubs were lifted off the ground by the shockwave before they could even scream.

"It's so happy! It's so happy!"

He flicked his wrist, his eyes gleaming with excited red, showing no sign of restraint whatsoever.

Like a ferocious tiger breaking free of its shackles, Zhao Mingkong pounced directly on the remaining orcs, his fist slamming into their thick green hides. With just one punch, he turned more than a dozen orcs into a bloody pulp.

With a kick of his toe, he dismantled another orc tank.

The green-skinned orcs were clearly ignited by this frenzied atmosphere.

They were not a race that feared battle, and seeing their opponent so powerful, their eyes instantly blazed with fanaticism.

One by one, they charged forward, brandishing spiked clubs, rusty hammers, and even modified old rifles, howling as they went.

The dull thuds of green-skinned beasts colliding, the crisp sounds of weapons striking each other, and the excited roars of the orcs mingled together like a savage war song.

These are the purest orcs, a joyful race in the Warhammer world whose genes have "fighting" etched into their very being.

For them, peace is the most deadly poison; days without fighting are more unbearable than hunger.

Only the hard clash of fists, the burning sensation of blood splattering on their faces, and the thrill of tearing their opponents to shreds can make them feel the meaning of survival.

The planet, dormant for decades, was finally ignited by war at this moment.

The orcs' unique waaagh network, like invisible radio waves, instantly spread the battle to every corner of the planet.

All the orcs became restless, carrying their weapons and rushing towards the battlefield. Even the orc pirates wandering in dilapidated warships in the nearby star system received this "fight is coming" signal, their engines roaring as they turned toward the planet, hoping to catch up with a good battle.

They all knew that a new warlord was about to be born on this silent planet.

They are not those petty bosses who only rely on brute force to seize territory.

Rather, it is a being capable of waging battles that excite all orcs and pushing the greenskins' waaagh energy to new heights.

Even the Greenskins began to believe that this would be the orcs' new hope.

He would be the great man who could unite all the greens and overturn the existing order of the entire galaxy.

A real war boss!

A "Hulk" who gets more and more excited with each fight, whose strength increases in tandem with his own, encounters a group of orcs who evolve with each battle, for whom combat is the best source of nourishment.

There was no probing, no retreat, only the most direct collision and the most savage revelry.
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More than ten hours later.

When Ganiel saw the endless orc army behind Zhao Mingkong, his face turned green.

"You mean, they've recognized you as the orc lord?"

Zhao Mingkong was also a little embarrassed: "I don't know, they just started calling me Warlord while we were fighting!"

"I don't want to admit it either!"

"But they say I speak orcish so fluently, have such green skin, and such strong muscles."

"If I'm not the Warlord, then who am I?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar erupted behind him.

"Warboss!!"

"Break into Terra and take the birdie!"

"Break into Terra and take the birdie!"

(End of this chapter)