Warhammer, I really didn't intend to form a second empire!

For a rapidly expanding but still shallowly established regime, this news is itself a warning that must be taken seriously.

Once the number of green-skinned creatures reaches this level, it means that their waaaaagh force field has become quite powerful.

Even if Zhao Zheng wasn't worried about this, the Greenskins of such a large size must be very powerful, and the losses this time would probably be significant.

Those damn green-skinned bastards! They're like a persistent, lingering leech!

"Where is Wei Qing's fleet located now?"

Zhao Zheng's gaze did not leave the star map. He swiped a few times on the holographic interface and brought up all the remote sensing data sent back by Wei Qing's formation.

"Currently, he is leading the fleet in a state of silence on the far side of the fourth planet outside the D-7 system, without revealing the fleet's position. According to the previous plan, he has sent reconnaissance units to sneak into the near-Earth orbit of the target planet to complete the detailed marking of defense nodes before deciding on the combat plan."

Zhao Zheng nodded. Wei Qing's caution was correct. To deal with an Orcish Empire of this size, a rash attack would only result in the fleet being overwhelmed by a continuous stream of Orc warships. It was necessary to first disable their orbital defense capabilities, blockade the planet's surface, and then use sustained firepower to deplete their war potential.

"Send the order to Wei Qing. He only needs to do one thing: tear a hole in the outer defenses of the D-7 star system, then lock onto all possible Warboss signal sources on that planet. Don't alert them. After confirming the location, I will handle it personally."

Zhao Zheng's words startled Kongming.

"Your Majesty, are you going to take action personally?"

"The Greenskin Empires of this level have already established a significant WAGAH force field. Even if our fleet wins, it will come at a considerable cost. I will go there personally to minimize unnecessary losses."

"These greens aren't a threat at all, just stumbling blocks to the Qin Empire's expansion. Once our strength grows, we'll use the Deep Crystal to forge some anti-psychic weapons. With our special abilities, creatures like the greens will be nothing more than chicks."

"Understood, Your Majesty. I will relay the order immediately."

"Go."

Zhao Zheng's gaze was fixed on the blood-red area marked in the D-7 star system. He was already calculating how to allocate and utilize these resource planets, but cleaning up the mess left by these green-skinned people was also a hassle.

Why do these greens always pick such ruthless locations? Every time they manage to pinpoint planets incredibly rich in mineral resources. Why can't they just obediently submit and let the Qin Empire wipe them out and then take over these places?

Of course, it's pointless to say more now. These aliens still need to be fucked. They've forgotten what humanity, who once roamed the galaxy, really was.

Wei Qing responded almost without delay; this time, he didn't use communication to reply, but rather psychic energy.

The psionic fluctuations maintained their precise frequency and amplitude over this long interstellar distance; it would be impossible for anyone other than a highly trained and powerful psionicist to transmit the message back so accurately and quickly.

"Your Majesty, I have received instructions that the reconnaissance units have completed the first round of near-Earth orbit scanning and have confirmed four suspected Warboss-level signal sources on the target planet. These sources are located on two continents in the planet's northern hemisphere and inside a giant welded structure near the equator. There is regular communication interaction between the three signals."

Where are the weak points in the outer defenses?

"Near the equator on the dark side of the planet, there is an ocean area that is covered by thick clouds all year round. The air defense coverage of the satellite orbit is about 40% lower than that of other areas. If your Stormbird enters in a very low-altitude approach mode, there is a more than 70% chance that it can avoid radar and optical detection."

"Okay, continue your reconnaissance. Don't make any rash moves. We'll launch a full-scale attack after I get there."

"Yes."

After the psionic communications were shut down, Zhao Zheng also stood up from the ship-based throne.

"Give the order to proceed at full speed toward the D-7 star system."

"Yes."

Behind Zhao Zheng, two of his heirs, dressed in strange armor and each with two power maces hanging from their waists, bowed their heads in response and then began to direct the fleet to set off.

The main engine of the Lishan slowly climbed from cruising power to full speed propulsion. Low-frequency vibrations from deep within the hull were transmitted through the alloy floor to every deck, and the shock-absorbing coating covering the corridor walls rippled almost imperceptibly at that moment.

A day later, the fleet led by the Lishan arrived at the outer edge of the D-7 system.

Wei Qing's flagship resembled a giant beast lurking in the shadows, its hull coated with a wave-absorbing layer, almost blending into the back of the fourth planet against the backdrop of starlight.

As Zhao Zheng's Stormbird slid out of the Lishan's hangar, Wei Qing's encrypted communication was already connected to his vehicle's communication panel, simple and clear.

"Your Majesty, the reconnaissance unit has just transmitted the latest images. There are high-intensity energy fluctuations inside the giant welded structure near the equator. Preliminary judgment is that it is a large space dock, where a giant ship with a length of more than 15 kilometers is being assembled. It is not yet completed, but the keel has been joined."

Zhao Zheng checked the message sent by Wei Qing and gained a general understanding of the current situation of this group of green-skinned people.

"I will charge head-on into that ocean area. After I land, you will lead the fleet to cut into low orbit from the shadowed side, first dismantle their space docks, blow up the unfinished giant ships in the docks, and then attack the orbital platform with all your might."

"Yes."

Zhao Zheng then gave instructions to his two sons who were still on the Lishan ship.

"Shubao, Jingde, I'll take care of this biggest war boss. You two lead your teams to take care of the other two."

The two nodded silently, each holding a powered spear, their powered maces at their waists already itching to be used.

Chapter Eighteen: A Crushing Victory

Blackrock the Skullbreaker is the strongest greenskin warboss here. He led his warlord clans to defeat a host of enemies on this planet, thus becoming the strongest warlord and subduing the other two rival warlords.

Blackrock had originally planned to launch a massive war, and even Warstone was making preparations.

The Greenskins' empire is now thriving, and the youngsters and clever ones are all eager to get started, waiting for their leader to lead them on that super waaaagh conquest.

Their technology is strange and powerful, but today, Blackrock feels that its empire is becoming a little strange.

The waaaagh force field seemed to have been suddenly weakened. The group of bastards and Skulls became listless and weak, and the boys became dispirited and dejected. The clever boys couldn't even build a motorcycle now.

The war stones and the ships began to encounter various problems halfway through construction, and the completed ships also began to experience various accidents.

Skull Crusher Blackstone didn't know what was wrong with it today, but it knew that if it didn't come up with a solution soon, it would never be able to trigger its Great Waaaagh Manifesto.

How can this be?! How can the Greenskins not launch a massive invasion?!

So it summoned its smartest subordinates, Clever Boy and Psyboy, to discuss the matter and see what was going on.

Suddenly, a large patch of the sky above, which was covered by thick clouds, turned yellow, as if something was falling from the sky and illuminating that area.

The skullcutter and his underlings looked up and saw a huge "meteorite" falling from the sky, crashing into the ground with unparalleled speed and force.

BOOM!

With a destructive power no less than that of the Tsar Bomba, a single explosion instantly wiped out all the surrounding greens, and the fleets and weapons that the engineer boys had built day and night vanished in the blink of an eye.

The skull crusher and his men were also affected by the shockwave, their tall bodies being thrown hundreds of meters away.

When Blackstone the Skullbreaker propped himself up from the rubble, the giant metal power claw on his left arm was twisted and deformed; it was something that the most insane mad doctor in the clan had managed to install on it with great difficulty.

It shook its massive head, which was buzzing from the shockwave, and blood dripped from the gash on its forehead, creating tiny craters in the scorched ground.

The boys who once surrounded it are now scattered in various corners within a radius of hundreds of meters. They are all that remain by its side now. The rest of the green-skinned creatures were reduced to ashes in the explosion and are now drifting in the air, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder.

Some of the green-skinned kids and bosses around Blackrock were torn to pieces by the shockwave, some had their chests pierced by flying metal fragments and rocks, and others were thrown overboard and smashed into the crudely constructed ruins of buildings they had personally welded.

Some of the surviving farts that had just emerged from the tunnel screamed and scattered in all directions. There wasn't a single piece of good flesh on their bodies. The violent impact and high temperature made them look like lumps of rotten flesh running around. Then, a large number of them were crushed by the collapsed steel supports. Some farts that managed to survive huddled in the gaps in the ruins and trembled.

Blackstone's gaze swept past the still-smoking ruins and locked onto the figure emerging from the fire and smoke.

His six-meter-tall figure resembled a moving city wall in the firelight. He wore a dark gold armor with three golden dragon heads embedded on his back and held a powered spear. His entire body exuded an aura that made Black Stone instinctively uneasy and fearful.

His face was young and rugged, but by Greenskin's standards, he was a typical good-looking but useless shrimp. However, his physique and imposing presence perfectly made up for this shortcoming.

The green-skinned warlord who had unified the D-7 star system couldn't even stand up at this moment, shrinking back in fear. For some reason, this "big can" was really strange, as if Black Stone could feel his soul being devoured just by looking at him.

Zhao Zheng emerged from the scorched earth, which had been melted into a glassy state by the shockwave, each step causing the ground beneath his feet to crack and shatter.

He glanced at the green-skinned warlord in the distance, who was trying to get up from the ruins, and looked at the twisted and broken black armor.

The fact that this guy wasn't blown to pieces shows that he's really tough. His health bar is almost half of what his future great nephew Abaddon has.

Actually, the most shocked people at this moment were not the still bewildered green-skinned people, but rather the offspring and "good brothers" in the warships on orbit.

No, Your Majesty/Father, is this really going to be so outrageous? Your physical body just traverses the starry sky, crosses the atmosphere, and crashes straight down?

The ground was almost smashed through! And yet you still say you're not a god!

Zhao Zheng didn't know how his sons would react. He only knew that the green-skinned warlord in front of him had stood up. Although fear was still in his eyes, the instinct to fight against the strong had overwhelmed the fear.

In fact, unless it's the Ulanor Orc Emperor, or the future Beast, there's really no Greenskin that Zhao Zheng can take seriously. And even if it is, if he doesn't give them enough blessings beforehand, Zhao Zheng will kill them just like killing chickens.

Greenskins like the skullcrusher before him were no different from ants in his presence.

Zhao Zheng casually planted the powered rifle into the ground beside him, the shaft sinking three-tenths into the soil, the alloy blade gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the firelight.

Skullbreaker Blackstone stood amidst a pile of smoking steel rubble, leaning slightly forward. His scarred green face, illuminated by the firelight, displayed an expression that was a mixture of anger and unease.

As the most powerful warlord on this planet, it has learned how to judge the strength of an enemy through countless battles.

This black and gold "canned food" in front of it was different; the oppressive feeling emanating from its very soul was far stronger than any opponent it had ever encountered before.

No, it should be said that there is absolutely no comparison, as can be said of the skull crusher.

The Greenskins' logic is simple: big things are certainly scary, but a Greenskin who backs down before even fighting is not a good Greenskin.

This is also a duel, a duel that terrifies yet excites the skullcrushers.

A peerless master is right before your eyes!

waaaaaaaagh!

It suddenly let out a deafening roar, and the twisted and deformed power claw on its left arm barely closed, emitting a piercing shriek of metal scraping against metal. Its right arm picked up a four-meter-long iron hammer from the ruins. The hammerhead was a rough, massive object welded from the chassis of the tank, with its edges covered with iron teeth and spikes.

The skullcrusher charged forward, its nearly six-meter-tall body causing the ground to tremble as it charged. Each step crushed the scorched earth beneath its feet, and like an out-of-control heavy chariot, it ruthlessly rolled towards Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng didn't move. He stood still, not even pulling out the powered spear stuck beside him.

The skullcrusher's hammer swept across with a whooshing sound, the welded iron teeth and spikes on the hammerhead gleaming darkly in the firelight. The force of this blow was enough to smash through the frontal armor of a heavy tank.

But the hammer stopped less than half a meter from Zhao Zheng's head.

Zhao Zheng pinched the edge of the hammerhead with two fingers of his left hand, the contact point of his knuckles accurately embedding into the gap between the iron teeth, steadily suspending the four-meter-long giant hammer in mid-air.

The skull crusher's charge and inertia were rendered meaningless by this finger.

The green face displayed an expression of extreme shock; it was completely dumbfounded.

The skullcutter tried to pull the hammer back, his arm muscles taut like steel cables, veins bulging on the rough green skin, but the hammer remained unmoved.

Its left arm's powered claws simultaneously slashed out, three thick metal claw blades, propelled by the hydraulic system, grabbing towards Zhao Zheng's face.

Zhao Zheng released the hammerhead, leaned back slightly, and the four-meter-long iron hammer, due to the sudden release of inertia, fell back and smashed back, the end of the hammer handle hitting the skullcrusher's left elbow joint precisely.

The twisted and deformed power claw emitted a piercing metallic groan upon impact, its claw blade deflected several inches, grazing half a foot above Zhao Zheng's shoulder armor, creating a gust of wind.

The skull crusher hadn't recovered from his second attack, but Zhao Zheng had already moved.

His right hand grabbed the handle of the hammer that the skullcrusher was smashing down, and with a twist to the side, the four-meter-long hammer slipped from the skullcrusher's hand, drawing a heavy arc in the air before crashing into the ruins of a nearby, crudely constructed building, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Having lost its weapon, the skullcrusher's fighting instincts drove it to ram into Zhao Zheng's body with its shoulder armor and headbutt, pressing all its remaining weight and momentum onto Zhao Zheng's body.

Zhao Zheng did not retreat, but instead directly pinched the skull of the skullcrusher with his right hand, his knuckles embedding into the gap of the old scar that stretched from the forehead to the back of the head, and then exerted force instantly.

"what!"

The skullcutter let out a painful roar, his body involuntarily forced forward by the force, his knees smashing two shallow craters into the scorched earth, his skull making a faint cracking sound under Zhao Zheng's palm, his scarred green face pressed almost to the ground.

Zhao Zheng looked down at the enormous head that was lying prostrate in his hand, screaming in agony but unable to struggle. There was no excitement or contempt in his eyes, only disgust for the alien.

These green things are really a nuisance, even more of a nuisance than bean sprouts.

The skull crusher's body was still struggling, its limbs digging messy furrows in the scorched earth, but all its strength seemed pale and powerless under Zhao Zheng's suppression.

Zhao Zheng clenched his right hand, his five fingers tightening, and the skull of the skullcrusher began to make a continuous cracking sound under the pressure of his knuckles.

Blood seeped from the skull-crusher's eye sockets and ear canals, dripping onto the scorched earth, emitting faint sizzling white smoke.

Zhao Zheng withdrew his right hand, and the skullcutter's body lost its support, crashing to the scorched earth, its murky eyes still turning.

A few seconds later, the light disappeared completely as the skull shattered.

Zhao Zheng turned and walked toward the powered rifle stuck in the scorched earth, casually pulled it out, and then looked up at the giant welded structure still emitting black smoke on the horizon in the distance, which was the dock where the Greenskins had just been blown up.

The fighting there should end now.

The explosions coming from different directions on planet D-7 reached their peak minutes ago, the earth was shaking, and the sky was torn apart by the shockwaves, leaving several flickering cracks.

After Zhao Zheng finished bombarding the area, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong each led their assault squadrons to land on the two continents on the dark side of the planet, completing the frontal destruction of the remaining warboss.

A deep rumble came from afar, like the last gasp of some heavy structure before it collapsed—the sound of the war behemoth finally crumbling.

Zhao Zheng's psionic senses spread outwards, capturing the final stages of Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong's battle; the core areas of the two warboss lairs no longer showed any high-heat signals.

Yuchi Gong used his power mace to smash through the underground command layer of the lair, killing the second warboss from the inside as he gathered the remaining soldiers to try to organize a counterattack.

Qin Qiong's method was more direct. He jumped directly from the bottom of the cargo hold of the orbital assault ship into the central area of ​​the giant welded structure, and swept across the space that the clever green-skinned boys used as their command center with his double maces. The fierce force directly smashed the third war boss, along with hundreds of elite leaders around him, into the metal floor's mezzanine.

Both battlefields have been cleared, and the advance is now toward all remaining green-skinned settlements on the planet's surface.

Zhao Zheng didn't look at the flames and smoke that were still spreading in the distance. He drew his power rifle, and the electric arcs on the blade jumped slightly in the air, making a crackling sound.