Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 201 The Descent of Heaven
As the happiest race in the entire galaxy, the origins of the Ork are shrouded in mystery.

Some say they migrated from extragalactic galaxies, while others say they have existed since ancient times and are native species of the Milky Way. But no matter how much they argue, the Imperial scholars believe that the orcs are definitely not a species that evolved naturally.

And that is indeed the case. The Ork, the creatures jokingly referred to as "greenskins" by all the races in the galaxy, did not evolve naturally. They are essentially biological weapons created for war.

The ancient civilization known as the Ancient Saints, before the War of Heaven even began, used their advanced technology to modify various derivative races and spread life throughout the galaxy.

People like the robed little people in the Dark Angels' household, the exceptionally intelligent space apes (to prove his sense of humor), the Thorns, Hrud, and Rashan—these are all races related to the Old Ones. Maybe even the dinosaurs were created by the Old Ones.

In short, these giant toads, known as the Old Ones, One Old Ones, or whatever the Great Old Ones called, were the creators of that time, and among these creations, the Eldar and the Orcs were the most famous.

Don't be fooled by the ferocity of the green-skinned orcs nowadays; they are all inferior versions. Even the ancient orcs, who are over ten meters tall, wear high-tech armor, and have physical strength comparable to the Primarchs, would have been nothing more than common soldiers during the War of Heaven.

The difference is comparable to that between a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a chicken.

Even after degenerating to this extent, orcs are still a rather troublesome type of alien.

Unlike Randan, orcs don't need any so-called logistical system. Everything is imprinted in their genes, making them essentially plant-based beings, or rather, giant mushrooms with two legs.

Plant a green spore in spring, and before long, orc boys will grow all over the mountains and fields. Among them are the Sgug, who can fight, eat, play, and ride, and serve as slave laborers, as well as the equally capable, gluttonous, and playful Poop Spirits.

Once their numbers reach a certain level, the greens will engage in chaotic battles, launching a massive Waaaagh, and rapidly evolve during the war.

Stimulated by war, a primitive tribe that might have been throwing stones at each other one day could turn into a village brawl with knives drawn the next, and within a week they could have evolved weapons and equipment comparable to those used in World War I.

In the early stages, I think the power of thought will compensate for the tolerances of orc artifacts, making the crudely made devices work. But when it develops to the point of flying into space, orc technology will become much more reasonable.

After all, compared to the orcish fighters, the Empire's creations, which flew entirely by the force of giant bricks, were far more fantastical.

In Mordred's view, the ancient saints who could create such powerful war weapons as orcs were a god-like race. To this day, he still cannot fathom the mysteries of their genes and can only copy them, thus creating the second-degraded lizardmen.

However, academic discussions are one thing, but right now Mordred just wants to kill these damned bugs to avenge the destruction of Euclius.

"Second brother, are you sure this is safe? Why don't we just use psionic teleportation? This thing looks too unreliable."

"Yeah, what if it explodes halfway there?"

Inside the spaceport, a scrap ship converted from an asteroid is docked in the sky above the spaceport. The adorable-looking spirit lizard is busy running around, directing the giant lizard to weld steel plates and use various scrap materials to add a disposable propulsion shell to the Mushroom.

These little creatures, molded by Mordred into commanders and artisans, are incredibly intelligent; they are the brains of the lizardmen, functioning similarly to clever boys.

To make them more acceptable to the Empire, both the spirit lizard and the monitor lizard were designed to have a rounded appearance, giving them a cute and silly look that was much more pleasing to the eye than the green-skinned ones.

The lizardmen's craftsmanship is undeniably crude, and you shouldn't expect the giant lizards, whose intelligence is as questionable as that of the Oglins, to be particularly clever. However, thanks to the correction of the power of my inherited thinking, it is still usable.

Once the living missile is modified, Atlas will enchant it. With Vashtor, the hardworking and ruthless contractor, atlas has no shortage of warp consumables; what he lacks are the more special elite items.

These monstrous beasts, neither good nor bad, were deemed wasteful to use for burning fel crystals but not cost-effective to cultivate. Instead, they were recycled and became the source of machine souls for Atlas's ordinary weapons.

Since the Death Guards reunited, the battle lines have become a pointless war of attrition. The green-skinned orcs cannot breach the final wall, and the Empire cannot break through the planetary shield. Neither side can gain the upper hand.

The Atlas soldiers, who were used to long-range attacks and sniping, could only cower in their fortresses and fire cannons. But even if they had plenty of ammunition, they couldn't afford to waste it like that; it was completely pointless.

Perhaps knowing there was going to be a fight, more and more greenskins were heading towards Tranquility. If they waited any longer, some brilliant strategist would eventually discover a way around it, and that would be disastrous. Indeed, due to time constraints, the final high wall built by Levier was only half complete, meaning the Tranquility sector near the solar system was a vacuum, making it easy to launch a surprise attack.

In his impotent rage, Mordred decided to resort to the Empire's most classic tactic—boarding!
Seeing that 3000 live missiles had been successfully modified and the 13 lizardmen boarding force was ready, Mordred ignored the two hesitant cowards and directly ordered his offspring to prepare for battle. He then sat on the missile casing and transformed into his beast form.

"Fuck you stupid greens, you dare to bomb my planet? You've really messed with me! I'm going to board you, you two, are you coming or not?"

Mordred, her sweet words now completely disregarding her image, handed over command of the fleet to Gough and set sail in her junk ship toward the enemy's lair.

Seeing that their second brother was starting to lose his mind, the two brothers had no choice but to follow Mordred's lead, find a live missile and ride on it, while also ordering the legion to provide fire support for the boarding troops.

To ensure the boarding troops could pass smoothly, the Imperial defenders unleashed their best skills, disregarding whether the cannons were overheating and damaged, and firing indiscriminately, throwing deadly missiles like they were free.

With the orcish artillery fire briefly suppressed, the garbage ship, which had already stealthily crept to the rear, instantly opened its engine room, unleashing a dense barrage of live missiles.

After the boarding force had completely deployed, Seventh Company Commander Levier, piloting the garbage ship, floored the accelerator and plunged headlong into the Orcish planet. The Lizard Beasts, who were under heavy protection, experienced an instant mental climax.

Since joining the army, the 7th Company has never been on the battlefield. After nearly a century of fighting, they've almost forgotten what it feels like to kill aliens. Today, they must kill their fill:

"Blood sacrifice to the emperor, skull sacrifice to the throne, Waaaagh!!"

Atlas's frantic howling instantly attracted the attention of the kobolds. Even amidst their busy schedule, they still managed to shower down a vast amount of blessings. The blood-red light spread upwards, allowing them to charge into the void shield without a single casualty.

It has to be said that the kobolds are more effective. Under the questioning gazes of Magnus and Mortarion, the orcs' cannonballs missed their targets by a wide margin, and even those that did hit were weakened by 80%.

Having already entered the atmosphere, Mordred stood atop a living missile, his body crackling with emerald green electricity. His trench coat billowed high in the gale as he pulled out a rocket launcher and fired.

The other Atlas behind them followed suit, transforming into their demon forms and riding missiles across the sky, displaying their cool and imposing nature.

Such an awesome entrance instantly stunned the orcs. Even the orcs had never seen such a bizarre thing before, and they all crawled out of the bunker to see what was so cool.

But Mordred felt this wasn't enough. The kobold had already exerted his full power; were the three of them still going to cower? He immediately opened his ferocious maw and roared to the sky:

"You bunch of useless trash, hurry up and insert the coins! What are you all standing there for? I know you're watching me. Haven't you eaten yet?"

No one knew why Mordred was yelling at the sky. Mortarion thought his brother had gone mad, but he soon realized that things were not so simple.

Six seconds later, divine light of four colors—purple, green, blue, and red—came from the void, directly triggering a celestial phenomenon that bestowed blessings upon all the boarding troops, illuminating the entire sky in one fell swoop.

Upon receiving the large donation, Mordred instantly swelled to twice its size, its tail practically pointing skyward. In a daze, it could even see four figures smiling at it from the void:

"Get him, son!"

"Go, sweetheart!"

"Keep it up, young friend!"

"Everything is going according to plan, hahaha!"

"That's right, with such domineering intent and such power, who the hell could withstand it! All troops, attack!"

(End of this chapter)