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Lino paused, contemplating how to utilize the resources within this treasure trove.

The Orks on the surface would eventually discover this alien ruin, with several ships carrying at least tens of thousands of armed personnel.

After activating the protective force field, using the Howling Chasm as a defensive position, and preparing for poison gas, fire, water, radiation, and other tactics, how many Orks would he need to withstand the Orks' assault?

Using the Steel Gut tribe's combat capabilities as a reference, Lino reached a preliminary conclusion:

2000 armed Boyz and Ork Boyz, 50 Mekboyz responsible for maintaining the defenses and equipment, 20 Painboyz to heal the wounded, plus a number of Gretchin, Grot Herders, and Grot slaves for logistics, would be enough to hold the enemy at bay.

Once an Ork clan of this size took shape, his concern wouldn't be stopping the enemy, but how long it would take for the planet to be overrun by Greenskins…

The surface ecosystem was excellent, and he estimated that in three years at most, Orks would be popping up in every corner of the globe.

A brand new Ork empire might be born as a result.

Lino walked down from the shelves, still deep in thought.

He wasn't in a hurry to activate the protective force field just yet.

Lino intended to first take stock of the high-value assets in the vault, to see if it was worth spending his time and energy here.

After all, he had a Hive World to manage.

Besides, discovering high-value assets didn't mean he could take them away.

From its inception to the present, the Steel Gut tribe had taken about a year.

Even with plenty of derelict ship parts, they would need at least two months to build their first possibly-flyable Ork ship.

Right now, the planet he was on didn't have massive amounts of derelict ship parts, no infrastructure for mass-producing those parts, and not even the underground mineral deposits had been mined.

To build a ship to transport the high-value assets, he might have to start with gathering raw materials.

Or, steal the Cold Trade Group's ship?

If he couldn't steal it, he'd shoot it down and use the wreckage to build a new ship.

Lino's eyes lit up as he discovered a new way to quickly break the deadlock.

He counted his schedule on his fingers.

For the next five days, he would have to work and do research during the day, and could only "go online" at night.

After five days, once the current expansion projects were arranged, he would have one or two days of free time to be online all day, directing the battle in person.

Five days was plenty of time to use potions to accelerate the growth of two thousand Ork units.

The vault had weapons, ammunition, simple weapon assembly platforms, and various raw materials.

In five days, he'd take his fully armed Orks to the surface and pull off a heist.

If the heist succeeded, he'd seize the Ork group's ship and it would be a great success.

If it failed, he'd retreat underground, activate the protective force field, and take advantage of the time to develop and swarm, and then find another time to screw them over.

How many divisions did the Ork Group have?

Could they stand against the Greenskin horde?

"Yeah, that's the plan," Lino clenched his fist and lightly punched his palm, arranging the plan properly.

He searched through the fungus warehouse for the tools needed to swarm, then returned the way he came.

The little Ork was a bit naughty, but he was indeed very obedient.

Lino told him to guard the door, and he stood in the doorway, motionless, his eyes wide, staring straight at the movements outside.

"Hey, you, come here," Lino waved to the little Ork, realizing he had to give him a name, lest he couldn't manage them when there were more Orks later.

"Boss, I'm here!" the little Ork ran over.

Lino took out bottles and jars from the fungus warehouse and placed them in front of the little Ork.

The bottles and jars were made of chitin membranes from the sac fungus, and were directly related to the fungus, so they could be freely accessed in the fungus warehouse.

The jars contained genetically modified Ork reproductive spores, the accelerated growth alchemy potion "Growth Spirit," and a concentrated nutrient solution rich in nutrients.

Lino told the little Ork how to use the spores and potions, and after repeatedly confirming that he understood, he asked:

"I want to give you a name, what do you think you should be called?"

The little Ork poked his head out from behind the mountain of bottles and jars, scratching his head as he pondered.

"Uh huh, I have an idea," the little Ork pointed to an animal specimen on the shelf:

"Boss, just call me Beast, that name sounds totally awesome."

Totally awesome?

Cool was cool, but it was too common among the Orks.

In the Steel Gut tribe, at least two or three thousand had named themselves "Beast", and Orks often fought over the name.

Lino didn't care much, waved his hand, and said:

"Okay, then I'll call you Beast, from today on, you're my first bodyguard. Our clan will be called… hmm… let's call it Space Beast!"

"Yay! Space Beast!" the little Ork cheered.

The two primitives were startled by his cry and mumbled a few words groggily in their sleep.

The male primitive slept soundly, turned over, and continued to snore.

The female primitive rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, reaching out to feel the ground nearby, as if looking for something.

As she searched, her consciousness gradually became clearer, her hands stopped searching, and she stared at the ground in a daze.

A few seconds later, as if remembering that she was now underground, and not sleeping in her dwelling in the settlement, tears welled up in the female primitive's eyes, and she covered her face and sobbed softly.

"Beast, go plant mushrooms."

"Okay, Boss, I'll go right away."

Beast picked up a few cans and prepared to run to the corner of the vault, where the boss had arranged the mushroom planting area.

Lino stopped Beast before he left, pointed to the two primitives, and instructed:

"Beast, don't go out of your way to provoke them, understand? And don't let the other Orks provoke those two humies."

"Okay, Boss. But, uh, but why is that?" Beast blinked his eyes in confusion.

Lino knocked Beast on the head with his fist:

"Uncultured Greenskins would go out of their way to provoke humies. We are Space Beasts, we are cultured and educated, we are more Waaaagh! than ordinary Greenskins! We don't do things like provoking humies! Got it?"

"Uh, I understand, we are cultured and educated, we don't go out of our way to provoke humies!" Beast responded loudly, and ran off with the cans.

Lino had made some modifications to Beast's genes, as well as the Ork genes of the upcoming Space Beast clan.

The Orks' lifestyle was determined by fungal genes, which included the Orks' "diet" and "enemy list."

Lino had already removed "humans" from the Space Beast clan's Orks' "diet" and lowered the threat level of "humans" on the "enemy list" to "ordinary."

However, this didn't mean that the Space Beast Orks would absolutely not eat "people" or actively attack "humans."

In extreme hunger, the Orks' predatory instincts would take over, and they would include things they didn't usually eat as options, and "people" were just one of them.

The specific reminder to Beast not to harm the primitives, and not to let the other Orks of the Space Beast clan harm the primitives, was more to prevent the Orks' combat instincts from causing trouble.

For example, Orks liked to vent their energy by fighting when they were bored.

If the Space Beast clan lived together with the primitives, they might treat the primitives as fighting targets, which could cause some casualties.

In short, Lino hoped that the Space Wolf clan could get along well with the primitives.

"Hey, stop crying, I have something to ask you."

Lino switched the language from Ork to Bone Drinker and tapped his fingers towards the female primitive who was weeping.

The female primitive was surprised that Lino could suddenly speak in her race's language, and looked over in surprise with tears in her eyes, sniffing and sobbing.

Lino walked over, squatted down, and asked:

"Do you have a name?"

"My… my name is Creek."

"Creek, a small stream, not bad, this name has a lot of natural aura," Lino sat down cross-legged, "Tell me your story. It will help me settle you down."

As a primitive, Creek only used short sentences consisting of subject, verb, and object.

Lino used more advanced words and phrases, which Creek found a little difficult to understand.

However, Creek's IQ was not bad.

After Lino explained the grammar to her, she quickly grasped the essentials, and could not only understand, but also make sentences.

Creek spent an hour telling all the information Lino wanted to know.

She also drew the tribe's totems and patterns on many historical relics on the dust-covered ground with branches.

Many clues indicated that the primitives on this planet were indeed related to the human empire.

One day in the first 300 years of the 30th millennium, the Bone Drinker civilization descended on this planet, when the planet's technology level was in the steam age.

The Bone Drinkers showed the power of their civilization, forcing the humans on the planet to submit to them.

Regularly holding live sacrifices and actively contributing talented people with high intelligence and high education could prevent the planet from being destroyed by the Bone Drinkers.

After the strongest kingdoms on the planet were destroyed by the Bone Drinkers, the remaining kingdoms surrendered to the Bone Drinkers.

One day between the 300th and 500th years of the 30th millennium, two chapters of Space Marines of the Human Empire—the Eighth Legion and the Space Wolves—appeared in the sky above the planet.

They destroyed the Bone Drinkers' fleet, orbital space station, and ground buildings with thunderous force.

After confirming that the humans on the planet had surrendered to the Bone Drinkers and were regularly performing live sacrifices, the Eighth Legion and the Space Wolves carried out a purge of human civilization on the planet.

During this purge, only a very small number of humans survived by hiding underground.

Protecting them was the Bone Drinkers' treasure vault, which is where Lino was now.

The rock and soil near the vault had been modified by the Bone Drinkers to shield the Auger array of the Space Marine chapters, so the vault and the humans inside survived.

Around the 550th year of the 30th millennium, the vault opened, and the survivors of the previous civilization emerged from it.

These people were Creek's ancestors.

They built a large number of primitive settlements in the primitive forests on the ground, each settlement led by one or two ancestors.

Creek's settlement was called "Deep Water River," named after a deep river nearby.

About 101 years ago, the ancestors who built the Deep Water River settlement passed away, and the ancestors of other settlements also passed away one after another.

The names and numbers of these people are difficult to verify.

They left each primitive settlement with a method to find and open the vault, and designated the vault as a shelter to escape the end of the world.

The location of the vault could only be known by the chieftain couple of each primitive tribe.

Yes, influenced by ancestors, the primitive tribe practices strict monogamy…

It's outrageous, but that's really how it is.

The primitive people in front of me not only emphasize monogamy, but also know concepts such as "planet", "civilization", "alien", "Human Empire", and "spacecraft". These are secret knowledge passed down from generation to generation between the chief and his wife.

"Our ancestors warned us not to try to use the power of the Bone Drinkers. Except for the language of the Bone Drinkers, we must resolutely stay away from other things related to the Bone Drinkers. We must not touch them unless absolutely necessary, especially the parasitic spores of the Bone Drinkers. This thing can connect us with extraterrestrial civilizations, but we will also be infected by the Bone Drinkers and become their slaves."

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With the communication between the two, Xiaoxi's expression ability became stronger and stronger, and long and difficult sentences were no problem for her.

"Okay, Xiaoxi, I understand your situation."

Li Nuo stood up in contemplation and comforted:

"I regret the encounters of your planet and settlement. Before I drive away the raiders outside, you and your husband will stay here temporarily. If other primitive people appear later, the two of you will explain the situation to them and warn them not to disturb my soldiers."

"Drive away the raiders? Just the two of you…" Xiaoxi's eyes moved back and forth between Li Nuo and the little Beastman, her eyes a little confused.

"We are just here to scout the way. Many brothers will come to help later," Li Nuo casually explained.

The confusion on Xiaoxi's face disappeared, replaced by longing.

She performed a kneeling ceremony, with her hands clasped together:

"Thank you, thank you. My ancestors told us that visitors from outside the sky are fierce and cruel, but you are different. Although you are green-skinned, you are more benevolent than all the visitors from outside the sky that we and our ancestors have encountered…"

This… why does this sound so weird…

The Human Empire under the Emperor is indeed not human in many cases, but we Greenskins are not easy to mess with either.

Li Nuo thought for a while and said solemnly:

"Xiaoxi, I have to correct one thing. Not all green skins are as easy to talk to as we are. Most green skins are bloodthirsty and cruel. We are just outliers and exceptions. In the future, if you encounter the same green-skinned creatures, you must be careful."

"Yes, yes, I remember it," Xiaoxi kowtowed again, put her hands together, and asked:

"May I know your names?"

Li Nuo looked back at the corner of the wall not far away. That Beastman kid was planting mushrooms with his butt sticking up, extremely happy.

"We are the Space Beast Clan. I am the leader of the clan. My name is Space. That little one is my assistant. His name is Beast."

"Space Beast…" Xiaoxi was stunned for a moment, memories and fear flashing in her eyes. Why is this name similar to the Space Marine Legion that destroyed the previous civilization…

Li Nuo noticed the change in Xiaoxi's expression and couldn't help but smile awkwardly:

"Don't get me wrong, we have nothing to do with the Space Wolves Legion. Our names are just coincidentally similar to the Space Wolves."

"Yes, Your Excellency," Xiaoxi came back to her senses and kowtowed again—this code of conduct is a tradition in primitive tribes, and so is referring to superiors as "Your Excellency."

Li Nuo waved his hand:

"Stop kowtowing all the time, continue to sleep. By the way, do you know where the parasitic spores of the Bone Drinkers are? Have you ever moved them without authorization?"

"No, no, we dare not move them," Xiaoxi stood up, "Your Excellency, let me take you to find the parasitic spores. Although this is my first time here, I know where they are. Every chief knows."

"Okay, lead the way." Li Nuo let Xiaoxi walk in front, turned his head and shouted at Beast in Orcish, "Oi, kid, guard the door."

"Okay, boss," Beast replied, wiggling his butt.

Li Nuo followed Xiaoxi away.

The male primitive man lying on the ground turned over, opened his eyes slightly, and watched his woman and the green-skinned creature leave, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Xiaoxi stopped in another corner of the treasure house:

"Your Excellency, this is where the parasitic spores of the Bone Drinkers are stored. Look, these 9 boxes… Huh? Why is one of the boxes open?"

Li Nuo walked quickly two steps, came to a stop in front of the 9 boxes. Eight of them were intact, but the leftmost one had been opened, and the parasitic spores inside were missing.

First of all, rule out Beast.

That kid doesn't even understand the language of the Bone Drinkers, how could he open the metal box with extremely high decryption difficulty?

Li Nuo frowned and asked:

"Before you two came in, were there other people in the treasure house?"

"Your Excellency, when my husband and I arrived here, the door of the treasure house was closed, and the treasure house has never been opened since our ancestors came out of it. According to the rules set by our ancestors, every half a year, the chief and his wife from each settlement must come here together to confirm that the treasure house is closed. I remember very clearly that when I came with the other chiefs and wives two months ago, there were no signs that the treasure house had been opened."

Xiaoxi looked a little flustered and absent-minded in the face of the inexplicably opened box.

She knew what was inside, that was the fuse that led to the destruction of the previous civilization.

Suddenly, Xiaoxi's expression froze, her pupils trembled violently, and she remembered what her husband had said to her:

"Your… Your Excellency… maybe my husband opened this box."

"What?" Li Nuo clenched the laser rifle, his brows furrowed, "Why did he do this?"

A look of sorrow appeared on Xiaoxi's face, and her eyes quickly turned red:

"When the raiders attacked our settlement, he told me that the only thing that could save us was the Bone Drinkers. He was going to the treasure house to let the parasitic spores infect him, so that he could use the mental network of the Bone Drinkers to contact other civilizations. Even if this would make him lose his self-awareness and become a slave to the Bone Drinkers, he would still do it…"

What a big idiot, failing to accomplish anything but ruining everything… Li Nuo's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The Bone Drinker civilization is a Gestalt architecture.

Each individual possesses all the memories and knowledge of the entire civilization.

Letting go of any one of them is equivalent to letting go of the entire civilization.

In addition, the Bone Drinkers also have a unique mental communication network.

Each of their individuals can achieve zero-latency interstellar communication, regardless of distance or physical barriers.

Gestalt architecture, coupled with a mental communication network, is destined for the Bone Drinker civilization to have extremely tenacious vitality.

Otherwise, such an alien civilization would not have been hunted down by two Space Marine Legions at the same time in the early stages of the Great Crusade, let alone one of them being the Space Wolves, who fight like mad dogs.

The situation was urgent, and there was no time for him to chat.

Li Nuo raised the laser rifle in his hand and fired a row of hot rays, sweeping across the remaining nine boxes.

The safety devices in the boxes were triggered, and a series of glass shattering sounds came out.

Acid was sprayed out by the safety device, instantly killing the parasitic spores of the Bone Drinkers in the boxes.

According to the instructions on the box, Li Nuo recited the incantation in the language of the Bone Drinkers and opened the 9 boxes.

After confirming that all the strains in the box had been destroyed by the acid, Li Nuo ordered Xiaoxi to follow him, picked up the gun and rushed to the door, shouting in Orcish:

"Beast, hold down that shrimp!"

"Huh? What? What did you say, boss?" Beast's voice came from a distance.

Because the distance between the two was too far, Beast couldn't hear Li Nuo's words clearly.

Li Nuo knew the principle that time waits for no man, and immediately called up the system interface, saved the current character, and then possessed Beast.

[You spent 2000 simulation points to create the 5th save file.]

[Orc Boy - Space saved successfully.]

[He will serve as the leader of the Space Wolf Clan when you are 'offline', and will faithfully execute your instructions.]

[You spent 100 points and 100 magical spores to launch the Waaaagh simulation on the omnipotent boy - Beast!]

[Simulation started.]

Li Nuo ordered Space to rush to the scene as soon as possible to help Beast control or kill the male primitive.

After the new simulation started, the scene in front of Li Nuo changed, and he had already switched to Beast's perspective.

He put down the bottle in his hand and turned to look at the male primitive's location.

A figure was sneaking towards the crack in the door!

This person was the male primitive, Xiaoxi's husband!

Seeing that Beast had noticed him, the male primitive drew a laser rifle from behind.

At this moment, his movements of holding the gun, aiming, and shooting were so skilled that there was no trace of awkwardness at all, and his performance on the ground before was completely different!

Something was very, very wrong!

Xiaoxi's husband had definitely been parasitized by the Bone Drinkers!

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz — — — —"

A row of crimson lasers swept over.

Li Nuo rolled on the ground, then rolled again, aimed at the male primitive and threw out Brain Jamming Technique.

The laser storm stopped abruptly.

Li Nuo rolled over, stood firm, and ran wildly, kicking away the gun in the male primitive's hand, and then used his hands and feet to wrap around the other party's body, using his legs to launch a ruthless scissor kick on the male primitive's neck.

"Crack crack!"

Li Nuo's legs snapped the fragile neck, and the male primitive fell backward with Li Nuo's body.

The back of his head collided with the hard floor tiles, bursting into a splash of blood.

His neck was broken and the back of his head was hit hard, but he strangely did not die on the spot.

"Cough, cough…" The sound of bubbling blood was constantly rising and falling in his throat.

"Male primitive" uttered resentful words in a strange tone and in the language of the Bone Drinkers:

"Damn… Space Beast Clan! We… will find this planet! When you are… weakest, kill you! Prepare to welcome your… doom! This treasure house is our legacy, you Orcs don't even think about taking it! Don't even think about it!!!"

Orc Boy - Space just happened to arrive.

A dozen lasers burst out, piercing the man's body and burning his abdomen and spine completely.

"Male primitive" swallowed his last breath, no longer showing any signs of life.

On this day when the Space Beast Clan was born, the fungus alien civilization Ak Hareus was also present.