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Customizing a Battle Servitor requires careful consideration and can't be rushed.

Large Battle Servitors cannot be held by personnel outside the Adeptus Mechanicus; this is a regulation of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Battle Servitors carrying heavy weapons cannot be held by personnel outside the legal military institutions of the Imperium; this is a regulation of the Imperial Department of Munitions.

After removing those two options, Tido has three choices left:

The first is a second-hand Battle Servitor, such as a Servitor decommissioned from the Adeptus Custodes or the Imperial Guard.

The second is a Cogitator Core Servitor.

This type of servitor is controlled by a Cogitator Array and fights within the network range of the Cogitator Array, making it a self-defense type of Battle Servitor that cannot fight outside.

The third is a Heavy Maintenance Servitor that combines maintenance, transportation, and combat capabilities.

This servitor is authorized to be equipped with high-powered laser weapons and chain axes, and can serve as a laborer in non-combat situations.

Tido is more interested in the Heavy Maintenance Servitor.

After loading the corresponding engineering drawings into this servitor's logic pathways, Tido can use them to assemble equipment that is not convenient to disclose to the public, such as the Water Sphere Bacteria Bioreactor.

If she wants to sell synthetic starch preparation equipment in the future, she can also use Heavy Maintenance Servitors to assemble it.

Tido pondered:

"Should I ask Ms. Shatana to send a message via Star Tongue and ask Jersey for advice? As a Mechanicus priest, she is more professional in this regard."

Lino nodded in response:

"Sure, go ahead. Also, discuss the installation of the Thought Space with Jersey. I estimate we'll have to make a trip to Mars specifically to install this thing."

"Okay, then I'll go find Ms. Shatana to send a message via Star Tongue."

Tido left the office with light steps.

Lino, according to his established schedule, began to sort out the information on powerful enemies, so as to create a crisis plan for the hive city in the face of foreign invaders as soon as possible.

Time passed by in work.

In the afternoon, as Lino prepared to continue working, a few lines of system text appeared before his eyes, putting a pause on his daily work.

[Save 1: Witch Boy - Sac.]

[Save Brief:]

[Sac received a reminder from Psyker Boy - Pompa that just now, anomalies have appeared in the O'Neill star system, 97 light-years away from the planet.]

[Two fleets have departed from that star system, approaching the tribe's planet from the Warp.]

[Please pay attention to Sac's movements to avoid the accidental death of this character.]

A month ago, when the Orks began to modify the planet, a civil war broke out in the O'Neill star system.

The O'Neill people on the two planets exchanged firepower, fighting fiercely in the space environment between the planets.

A month has passed, and the two planets seem to have produced results and began to unite against the outside world.

It is understandable that they came to cause trouble for the Orks.

Who told them to be the first to discover the planet where the Orks are located? The metal mineral deposits on the planet are so rich that everyone would be tempted.

Lino thought that these two fleets should be here for reconnaissance.

Strike once to avoid a hundred blows.

It is imperative to beat up the O'Neill people to avoid them constantly sailing over to harass the construction of the Megalith.

Log in!

Lino took out the Miracle Spores and stuffed them into his mouth, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, starting the Waaagh! Simulation on the spot.

[Save read successfully.]

Consciousness passed through the Sea of Stars and entered Sac's body.

Sac was just in the bridge listening to Pompa's real-time report.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5... I can't count them all, how many purple skins have come? Let me count again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."

Pompa's intelligence level is limited, and he gets stuck when counting to 5, so he can only count in groups of five.

After counting back and forth a dozen times, he finally figured out the situation:

"Witch Boss, there are 12 ships in these two fleets. The first fleet has 3 ships, and the second fleet has 9 ships."

Pompa shook his head in the amniotic fluid tank, clicking his tongue:

"I feel like they are not a group. The first fleet seems to be fleeing. The second fleet is chasing the first fleet."

"Oh, is that so?" Lino looked at the Warp image on the dot map and fell into thought.

Don't mention it, it really looks like it.

The first fleet is small, and the number of lifeforms shown in the Warp image is far smaller than the ship's carrying capacity.

The second fleet not only has more ships, but also has a full complement of people on board.

Lino narrowed his eyes, and a guess appeared in his mind.

The first fleet may want to use the power of the Orks to get rid of the second fleet.

"Pompa, can you see what the situation is like in the purple skins' star system now?"

"Uh, let me take a look."

The dot map quickly switched the drawing, and after a few seconds, it presented a pixelated image of the physical universe.

The space battle between the two planets is over, and now it is the ground war stage.

The planet on the right has the advantage, and the planet on the left is being bombarded by artillery.

Then it is estimated that the first fleet is from the planet on the left.

Lino nodded slowly in thought.

Dead O'Neill people are good O'Neill people.

It is best to find a chance to sweep the O'Neill star system in the future to eliminate future troubles.

Lino picked up the Noise Marine:

"Oi! Iron! Enemies are coming! It's the purple skins! Quickly gather the boys and give them a beating!"

"Wow, finally there's work to do! I'm about to puke from digging pits!"

Iron roared excitedly on the overall channel:

"Boys! Did you hear what the Witch Boss said! Quickly put on your gear and Big Choppas, and put on your 'ard armor! Mekboy! Load the shells into the Big Dakka Gun! I'm going to blow up the purple skins' little spaceships!"

There was a wail on the overall channel.

No matter how energetic the Green Skin Palus are, they will not be able to stand the endless digging work.

An exciting battle is just right to boost their morale.

Lino thought for a moment and said:

"Iron, you take 30,000 vaccinated boys on the ship. Beast, you also take 30,000 vaccinated ones. We're going to have a boarding battle in the sky. It's best to catch a few alive. I want to ask about the situation in the purple skins' hometown. If there is a chance in the future, we will go over and sweep their territory!"

"Uh!" Iron responded with a heavy breathing sound, presumably climbing up the shaft.

"Okay, Boss." Beast heard Lino's presence from Sac's voice and directly called Lino "Boss" instead of "Witch Boss."

Vaccinated Ork Boys can be immune to the parasitic effects of the Bone Drinkers and kill the parasitic spores in the body.

This vaccine against Bone Drinkers is currently in a large-scale experimental phase.

The vaccination work is a delicate job, and Beast is the person in charge, and Painboy executes it to ensure that every newly born Beast is immediately vaccinated.

After Lino waited in the ship for a while, Beast was the first to lead the Ork army onto the ship.

He was actually wearing a set of knight's robes that resembled the classical era of ancient Terra.

"How is it, Boss? Am I cool or what?" Beast struck a pose ostentatiously.

He had the grot tan the ork skin into a material and color similar to cloth, and then dyed it into a style with a white base and light gray trim, thus creating a set of robes with an extremely strong classical atmosphere.

His armor was covered by the robe, and the fabric of the sleeves, neckline, and hem was carefully tailored to a length that was neither too long nor too short.

Especially his standing posture.

Ordinary Orks lean their necks forward, and their heads are like hanging on their chests, typically hunchbacked, which is caused by the redundant growth of their muscle mass.

Beast is different.

He evenly exercised the muscles of his whole body, and his waist and back were straight, like a straight steel plate.

With this outfit, he really has the temperament of a member of the classical knight order.

Well... the prerequisite is to ignore his skin color and underbite big lips.

"Not bad, Beast, did you make this robe based on the illustrations in the book?"

"Yes, hehehe." Beast smiled proudly.

Iron happened to lead people into the bridge.

When he saw the robe on Beast, Iron's eyes widened all of a sudden.

"Gork and Mork above, what is this? It feels pretty good, eh." Iron looked down at his steel body and suddenly had the illusion that he was not wearing clothes:

"Beast, when you're done cleaning up the purple skins, make me a set too."

"Okay." Beast rubbed his hands excitedly:

"I'm thinking, in the future we can put different clothes on different levels of Orks. You are the tribe boss, you wear the shiniest and most awesome one. We clan bosses wear the second shiniest and second most awesome one. The bosses of each Ork team wear the third shiniest and third most awesome one. This way we can know the movement of each team in battle."

Iron listened in a daze, he just thought the clothes were very cool, and didn't think so much.

However, seeing the Witch Doctor nodding repeatedly, Iron thought that what Beast said made sense.

"Okay, enough chatting." Lino had Zarg lift him up and put him on his shoulder:

“Alright, you lot! Listen up! We’re going up to the heavens for a big score! I need prisoners, prisoners, you got that? Bring me the loudest one of those purple skins! Whoever catches him gets this potion!”

Li Nuo held up the stimulant he had shown Tido earlier.

The potion in the bottle emitted a green glow, extremely eye-catching, and the orc lads watched, throats bobbing.

The genes within them told them that this was definitely an extraordinary treasure.

Indeed, it was.

Although this potion could only provide a year's worth of enhancement, it genuinely contained more than thirty types of orc alchemical concoctions.

With just one bottle, the most ordinary orc lad could become the equal of a bodyguard.

It must be stated that the enhancement effect of this potion on orcs is greater than on humans.

To be precise, the stronger the drinker's physical fitness, and the more complete their limbs and organs, the better the enhancement effect.

The machine servants have relatively little flesh, so the effect of the stimulant would be severely weakened.

But that's okay.

Li Nuo thought to himself that he could provide the machine servants with a potion similar to a combat stimulant, increasing the potency and shortening the duration, which would still make the machine servants fast and fierce.

Many key parameters needed to be experimented with before conclusions could be drawn.

For now, let's take down the purple skins first.

The Steel Ingot of the Steel Courage Tribe took off, followed by more than twenty wasteland-style orc escort ships.

After waiting a little while, a warp exit appeared more than six hundred kilometers away from the planet.

A large group of ships poured out, and as soon as they arrived in realspace, fierce fighting broke out.

Orcs are self-taught in space warfare.

Without needing anyone to command them, more than a dozen escort ships patrolled around the main ship, protecting it, while the main ship adjusted its flight attitude, aiming its broadside battery at the distant battlefield.

Li Nuo shouted:

“Don't shoot that silver-purple ship! The guy I want alive should be on it!”

“Oi!” The fire control lad responded, picking up the noisy box and shouting orders to the gunner lads and gretchin to fire.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Six explosions erupted inside the ship, and the walls and floor shook violently.

Six massive steel shells, like small hills, roared out.

The ship's broadside battery was a smoothbore cannon, with an extremely fast muzzle velocity and long range, but poor accuracy.

After Li Nuo passed the calculation engine blueprints to the Mekboy, the shortcomings of the smoothbore broadside cannon basically disappeared.

Under the joint operation of the optical lens and the calculation engine, the six shells continuously adjusted their angles through the flame vents on the surface.

Finally…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM—

In a mind-imagined explosion, six shells hit their target.

A cruiser had just had its shields shattered by concentrated fire, and before it could escape the battlefield, it was taken down by two orc shells, turning into countless fragments in a violent explosion.

Another cruiser had shields protecting it, but after four shells hit it, the shields flickered and ultimately failed.

Heavy steel shells crashed into the hull, detonating one after another, marking the end of the ship's life with bright flames and violent shockwaves.

“WAAAGH Priest, that silver-purple ship is closing in on us!”

Pengpa shouted in the amniotic tank.

Li Nuo nodded calmly; the silver-purple ship's actions were within his expectations.

“Let it get closer! Don't shoot it!” Li Nuo turned to look at the noisy lad in charge of external communications:

“Has that ship sent a communication request?”

“Yes! I just received a communication signal without an identification code.”

“Patch it through to me.”

“Alright.” The noisy lad tapped the communication button.

“Ironhide, Beast, prepare to board.” Li Nuo turned his head and instructed, and the two orc bosses immediately summoned the lads to follow them out of the bridge.

The holographic device projected a communication screen, and an Onyxian with a surprised expression appeared on the screen.

“Damn it, these greenskins have even managed to build ships.”

The Onyxian in the picture didn't seem to realize that the communication had been connected, and his gaze was focused on something outside the camera.

Someone next to him reminded him:

“Your Majesty, the communication is connected, the greenskins can see you.”

“Ah, what?” The Onyxian looked forward, only to realize that the holographic device on his side was projecting an orc holding a staff.

Without a doubt, the orc he was seeing was the WAAAGH Priest lad - Sack, played by Li Nuo.

This Onyxian seemed to have some understanding of orc culture.

After carefully examining him, he confirmed that this small orc was the WAAAGH Priest lad that was rumored to only appear in orc groups at the tribe level.

The Onyxian was wearing a tall black top hat.

He took off his hat and gave an awkward tip of the hat, bowing slightly and saying:

“Hello, WAAAGH Priest. I am the Emperor of the Oman Empire, you can call me Oman IV, or just Oman. As you can see, my fleet is being chased. Although those attacking us are a group of Onyxians, please believe me, they are not with us.”

Oman used Low Gothic, which sounded very fluent.

He claimed to be the emperor of some Onyxian empire.

Is there such a miserable emperor in this world?

Li Nuo thought, responding in Low Gothic:

“You have three sentences to decide your fate. Think carefully before you speak.”

Li Nuo's calm tone and his far more fluent Low Gothic surprised Oman.

“Tsk… damn it, I heard that WAAAGH Priests are very smart, but I didn't expect them to be so smart, they even speak Low Gothic better than me.”

Oman muttered.

Li Nuo raised his staff and tapped the floor with the bottom of the staff:

“You have two sentences left.”

As he spoke, the speeder lad in charge of launching the bang-bang speeders on the bridge gave Li Nuo a tactical gesture, meaning that Ironhide and Beast were ready and could launch a boarding action at any time.

The bang-bang speeders were the orcs' boarding vehicles, using smoothbore launches to catapult forward, with an explosive speed.

Oman frowned and pondered, not noticing Li Nuo's eye contact with the others.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, Oman said two sentences.

These two sentences made Li Nuo lose his mind slightly, and a hundred 'what the fucks' burst out in his heart.

“It's like this, WAAAGH Priest, the R'Dan Alliance is coming back. I don't want to join the R'Dan Alliance, so I fought with another group of Onyxians, but I didn't win in the end, so I had to escape here.”

Wow!

De!

Fa!

The R'Dan Alliance wasn't completely wiped out?!

Li Nuo's heart was pounding like a wild horse!

He instantly recalled information about the R'Dan.

The R'Dan were a xeno civilization composed of multiple alien races, very powerful, and the Human Empire had fought several near-apocalyptic battles with them.

The Empire's First Legion - Dark Angels, the Fifth Legion - Space Wolves, and the Nineteenth Legion - Raven Guard, successively participated in the extermination of the R'Dan Alliance.

It is said that the Second Legion or the Eleventh Legion, which were removed from the records, were related to the R'Dan.

The fighting lasted intermittently from 839.M30 to 890.M30, and the First Legion alone had 50,000 Space Marines killed in action, and the number of casualties among the mortal auxiliary forces was incalculable.

Finally, the Alpha Legion reinforced the Imperial forces, assisting in the cleansing of the R'Dan's homeworld system, and the R'Dan Alliance was finally disintegrated. (Note 1)

Wait!

The Alpha Legion?!

The Warhammer world I transmigrated to doesn't have the Alpha Legion!

Then in 890.M30, who went to support the First Legion?

Could it be that no one went to support them?

Then wasn't the R'Dan's homeworld system not cleansed!?

Li Nuo's heart jumped again and again, and all sorts of bad premonitions appeared in his mind.

On the surface, he remained calm and did not reveal his violently surging emotions.

After giving the speeder lad a gesture to launch the bang-bang speeders, Li Nuo said solemnly to the Onyxian on the communication screen:

“Shut down your shipboard shield generator and let my lads board. Have your fleet descend to the lowest point in the planet's orbit, and I will take care of your enemies. If you don't listen, I will take care of you too.”

Oman's expression changed slightly, revealing displeasure.

Li Nuo pointed to the ongoing battlefield:

“Look at your fleet, how many of your ships are left? You have no choice but to obey my orders.”

Oman glanced at some kind of device beside him, his expression becoming extremely dim, and he suddenly lost all courage and belief in resistance.

“Let your orcs come. I hope it's really as you said, that you have a way to deal with the guys chasing me, otherwise we're all going to be screwed.”

Oman turned his head and said to someone outside the screen:

“Turn off the shields, open the hangar bay doors, don't let those orcs smash our external armor plating.”

“…Alright, Your Majesty, as you wish, but I hope we can survive…”