Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Even though their attempts failed, even though no one's names survived, Wop still admired them.

Their attempts are not worthless, and failure is also an experience.

The legacy they left behind is equally invaluable. Both the Medea and the Phalanx are valuable assets that are difficult to replicate in the 30K era.

……

"Snapped!"

Caesar pounded the outer shell of the engine with his big fist, which frightened old Ornn behind him.

Is it really okay to knock like this?

Are you repairing or destroying?

"Gentle, be gentle!"

Old Orne felt bad, but he didn't dare to protest.

Even if he had to watch Caesar swing a wrench and hit the precision parts, he had to remain silent as a mountain.

Dorn's orders were to try to meet all the needs of the space monkeys and cooperate with them in repairing the Phalanx.

Even if the space monkeys violently dismantle the precision instruments in a completely unscientific way, they cannot stop them.

Their task is to learn and record, and even if they cannot understand it, they have to record every detail.

These space monkeys' behavior may seem irrational, but they are not noisy.

They just look like monkeys, but they don't make meaningless roars like monkeys.

Apart from the knocking sounds during maintenance, as well as the sounds of breathing and heartbeats, they made almost no extra sounds.

Old Ornn saw another space ape striding towards him, carrying a bunch of precision components. Caesar grinned, lifted the hood, and crawled in with incredible agility.

Old Orn heard the dull thud of metal colliding, and he also got in.

Caesar was stuffing those delicate components into the key places precisely, as if they were supposed to be there.

When Caesar emerged, he pressed the button of the Thinker beside him.

"Om-!"

With a deafening roar, the engine that had been silent for a long time suddenly vibrated.

The engine core burst out with dazzling light, and a torrent of energy rushed through the internal pipes, and the entire maintenance cabin was illuminated as if it was in the deep sea.

The Phalanx engine, which had been silent for thousands of years, was successfully restarted!

"Is this... is this done?"

Old Ornn was stunned. He watched the space monkeys work the whole time, but he had no idea how these aliens did it.

He understands replacing precision components and would do the same if asked to repair them.

But he had no idea what the functions of these precision components were or where to find replacements.

It's like he's still learning his multiplication tables while the space apes are already doing advanced math and getting perfect scores on it.

Although they are both mathematics, their value is completely different.

Old Ornn opened his mouth, but ultimately just silently wrote a line on the data slate:

“The repair technology is unknown, the theory is unknown, and the method is unknown, but the effect is significant, and the repair progress is 50%.”

"Repairs are expected to be completed within 10 days."

Caesar patted his oil-stained palms and washed them in the bucket.

The technology content of the Phalanx is profound and he can eat here for the rest of his life.

But it's not difficult to repair.

The main structure of the Phalanx was not damaged, but some parts had aged naturally over time.

So the key issue is to find the crux of the problem.

As long as these parts are found and replaced by imitation parts, the system can be restarted.

Dorn's request was to repair the Phalanx. As long as the Phalanx could move, they would only need to repair the engine and reactor.

But Caesar has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Either don't repair it, or have them all repaired.

Now that it has been repaired, let's repair the weapon system and void shield as well.

Although the power may not meet the standard, it is fine as long as it can be used for now.

This is their future home, and its safety must be guaranteed.

However, the Void Shield can still be tolerated, but the human Geller's position is too backward.

Humans also know nothing about the principles of Geller's stance, and Caesar thinks he must find an opportunity to replace it with their upgraded version of the ape stance!

Humans may object, but as long as they remain silent, it is tantamount to acquiescence.

Anyway, he won't cause any damage, and humans can't understand what he does.

Besides, it’s not that he doesn’t want to explain, it’s just that humans can’t understand.

Caesar missed Wop and Dorn a little.

Although Dorn is also a primitive, he is a powerful primitive and it is not shameful to cooperate with him.

Wop is the only Homo sapiens who can communicate with them, unlike these uncivilized primitive people.

Caesar tilted his head and stared at the restarted engine, confusion glint in his eyes.

What were they doing here in the first place?

Forget it, never mind, let’s study science first, as long as there are some subjects.

Even if the Phalanx is finished, it doesn't matter. The human empire is so big, there are plenty of things for them to study.

Even if the human empire has mastered all the science, the universe is so vast that there will always be things that they have not learned.

……

"Waaagh!"

Orcs are immersed in pure joy every day.

For them, life lies in fighting, and the fighting will never stop as long as there is life.

Whether fighting enemies or orcs, as long as you can wield a weapon, you are fighting!

Their perpetual energy and noise were a real nuisance to Uluru.

Uluru is a unique orc who advocates peace.

Especially after Scarface's death, he became more peace-loving.

Now the orc bosses are fighting each other, competing for the position of Warboss.

But Uluru was patient and he only fought one last battle.

"Waaagh!"

An orc boy who didn't know how to live or die ran past him screaming and holding a big axe. Uluru grabbed it and tore it into pieces in an instant.

"Crash-"

Blood and pieces of flesh fell into the metal basket on Uluru's back.

He weighed it, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked towards the farmland with heavy steps.

"WaaaghWaaaghWaaagh, WaaaghWaaaghWaaagh, I am an expert in farming."

Uluru hummed a song and saw the shrimp farmers working hard in the fields.

He has his little brothers around to protect him, so that those brainless little green shrimps won't tear him apart. He caught this shrimp with great difficulty!

But the younger brothers were bored of waiting and had already started fighting with each other on the edge of the field.

"Waaagh!" Uluru waved his thick arms, which were stained with red and green blood, pointing at the shrimps in the field, grinning with his big mouth full of fangs. "Farm the land well for me, and I will treat you to the freshest mushroom soup tonight!"

"Come here and get the seeds!"

He is not very fluent in the shrimp language, but the shrimps can understand him.

They lined up in a long queue, trembling with fear, waiting huddled together for Uluru to pack the seeds from the iron cans into their respective small iron buckets.

The dark brown liquid was a mixture of the orcs' unique red and green blood, mixed with unground meat and a few orc heads.

The seeds exude a strong smell of blood and a hint of plant smell. The two completely different smells intertwined with each other, making people feel sick.

Uluru muttered loudly, "We beastmen are so powerful. We have an animal spiral and a plant spiral, so we are plant people who can stand tall and proud!"

"Shrimp also have a double helix, so shrimp are vegetative beings that haven't evolved."

"Even though the Fart Spirit has evolved, Shrimp is more useful than the Fart Spirit. At least Shrimp knows how to farm."

"Don't be afraid, you're all good people. Just farm for me. When I become Warboss, I'll have Brother Mao turn you all into intelligent vegetables!"

After distributing the seeds, Uluru walked towards the field carrying an iron can with one-third of liquid left. He held a wooden ladle in his big green hand, scooped up a ladle of sticky liquid and poured it into the field.

"Waaagh! Listen to me! Keep your distance. Too much crowding will stunt growth!"

Uluru bent down to farm while yelling and instructing Shrimp.

Sprinkle the blood evenly on the field. The blood will immediately seep into the soil and mushrooms will grow in a few days.

Uluru squinted its eyes happily and looked at the fields of crops that were about to be harvested with satisfaction.

"Waaagh!"

In the mature mushroom field next door, the newborn kid lifted up the mushrooms and crawled out of the ground.

He immediately fell in love with the little woman who was working in the fields and rushed towards her, shouting.

He wants to tear her apart!

"Crash!"

Uluru grabbed it, tore it into pieces in an instant, and threw it all into the woman's iron bucket.

"Waaagh! No one is allowed to hurt my shrimp!"

Uluru loudly warned that these local shrimps have been farmers all their lives and are much smarter than the brainless orc boys who only know how to fight!

If the orc boy dies, a large patch of it will grow next week.

But if all the shrimps die, who will farm for him?

It takes more than ten years for dried shrimp to mature, but they are very valuable!

Farming is a very rigorous science, and he would not let mushrooms grow like other brainless orcs.

He firmly believes that only through careful cultivation can the best quality crops be grown!

"Once I've bred lots of orc boys, I'll go and kill that brainless orc boss. Brother Gao and Brother Mao will definitely favor me!"

"When I become Warobss, I'm going to make all the shrimps in the world farm for me!"

"I want to plant more Orc Bosses, start a bigger WAAAGH!, and let the whole galaxy be planted with my land!"

Uluru weighed the empty tin can and tapped it with his fingers, making a dull sound.

He scratched his Squiggle hair and grunted in displeasure.

"I have no seeds left."

Those newly planted seeds are sprouting green shoots from the soil. These are the crops he has carefully cultivated, and he can't just tear them up.

He has to find those guys who don't belong to him and tear them apart, so as to pick up more seeds.

Tear up the ones that don't belong to him, and grow the ones that belong to him.

He can win many, many times!

Uluru happily tore a bucket full of seeds, ate mushrooms and sang as he walked towards the field.

As soon as he reached the edge of the field, he saw a fire rising into the sky. Those shrimps with rifles were slaughtering his guys!

"Waaagh!"

Uluru let out a deafening roar. Farming is the most sacred career of the orcs. These bad guys actually dared to burn his crops. This is unforgivable!