I write apocrypha in Warhammer

A child god who has not yet been born, as clean as a blank sheet of paper, and a magical magic pen whose principle is unknown but seems to be able to define the original thing.

If Wei Mu didn't show his strength, he would be really sorry for himself.

However, Wei Mu was also worried that writing something in a hurry would cause logical loopholes and lead to some uncontrollable results, so he directly used a ready-made template.

Hollow Knight is a Hallownest world composed of bugs. The ancient god named Radiance infected the bugs with the dream plague, clearing their independent thoughts and turning them into empty shells. The protagonist, the Little Knight, is the sealed Radiant. A container of light, a higher being from the hands of God and the Void.

This is too in line with the current situation.

Then give the unborn baby god a happy ending label of "fragile flower" and let it kill the Great Devourer.

Wei Mu was so excited that even his writing hand was trembling. Vulgan on the side was guarding Wei Mu to prevent the Great Devourer from disturbing him.

Seeing the young man in front of him writing furiously, Vulgan felt a little dazed for a moment.

He seemed to see a golden giant, a flawless human being, with a cold expression on his face: "Those who want to achieve great things can even kill their relatives" and the ambition of "one general can achieve great things, and thousands of bones will wither", and he was silently planning for himself. The grand ambition of hegemony.

Then, he saw an ordinary middle-aged man with black hair and a square face with Chinese characters for bitter melon. He seemed to be a patriarch with a lot of work to do, with a touch of sadness hanging between his brows.

That was the figure of his father, the Emperor, Lord of Mankind.

But Vulkan couldn't tell which of the two figures was the true appearance of the emperor. The difference between the two was so huge.

The only thing that is certain is that it is indeed His power.

The connection between the Great Devourer and the Young God was forcibly cut off by the holy golden energy. As a result, the Ten Thousand Armed God felt boundless pain and was forced to let out a shrill wail.

The terrifying sound swept through the entire subspace like a tsunami, and the consciousness of some untrained psykers was suddenly violently impacted, directly turning into demented fools.

Soon, all residents of the Sea of ​​Souls instantly realized what had happened - the Great Devourer was injured.

The dark gods are laughing.

They are all happy to see the situation in front of them, and have begun to prepare for the fight for the spoils.

Among all these forces, there is no doubt that the greenskins have been affected the most.

Although the Green Seer had promised that they would shed the blood of that god-like being under his leadership, they all believed in this matter.

But when this scene really happened before their eyes, the greenskins were still shocked.

This is such a brilliant victory.

The greenskins were jubilant, jubilant, huge waaagh! The energy expanded rapidly in the subspace, so that even people who existed on the edge of the galaxy could see the green frenzy.

As the leader of this green-skinned army, the purest waaagh! The energy gathered here in Ironhide, causing its figure to begin to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tiepi didn't know what was happening to him. He just felt that everything around him suddenly began to become very small. Even the can of shrimps that was originally relatively large now felt as small as a fart.

As for the original Grott, the teether that followed it could only be compared to its toes.

In addition, Tiepi felt that his body was filled with endless power, that feeling of invincibility, as if no one in the world could stop it.

If it were to fight an insect nest overlord, it could easily crush the opponent to death, just like crushing a cockroach hiding in a fighting shack.

Everyone stared blankly at the changes taking place on Tiepi's body, holding their breath and concentrating, shocked by its powerful power.

It is like the incarnation of Brother Gomao in the mortal world, with wild instincts trembling in his body.

But there is one guy, Gnasher, an iron-clad personal fart, whose attention span is different from others.

Generally speaking, as a relatively despicable existence in green-skinned society, farts are not qualified to speak on such occasions.

But I don't know why, Teeth-Grutter always feels that he has something to say that he doesn't want to say.

I don’t know where I got the courage from, but from it, a fart suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet situation.

"Cong... Cong... smart boy!"

It said hesitantly.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone present instantly shifted to it, some were curious and some were surprised.

It was a word almost forgotten by the orcs, a creature that only existed in legends.

The tooth-gnasher was a little panicked. It was the first time that it became the focus of the crowd, and everyone in the circle around it was a super boss in its eyes.

But something went wrong, and it found the courage to continue speaking: "I think only smart boys can cultivate giants, right?"

The teeth-gnashing boy's voice was timid, and his tone was timid. However, the orcs present felt as if they were struck by lightning, as if their locked heads suddenly opened up, and the two channels of Ren and Du were opened throughout their bodies.

Powerful orcs have a special dream.

A dream they couldn't explain, full of fungi, green, great wars and mighty armies.

They will dream of a group of giants constantly fighting across the galaxy.

Those are real orcs, perfect orcs, leading the surging great green tide, fighting fiercely with unimaginably powerful enemies, and dyeing one world after another with their colors.

The greenskins of that time were so powerful that they emitted light that dimmed the stars.

But then, the war ended and the Great Green Tide came to a standstill.

The greenskins who lost their target didn't know what to do, so naturally, they started fighting each other.

From the giants fighting each other like comets to the snots biting each other with their claws and sharp teeth, they were killing each other like this. No one told them to stop until all the giants were dead.

No orc could ever grow to that extent again.

Whenever an orc grows close to the sky, surrounding enemies will unite to kill it.

This situation lasted for a long time, and until now, the giants and the great war have become distant ancient legends.

But at this moment, a giant orc appeared in front of everyone.

They witnessed its birth with their own eyes, just as they witnessed the return of the mythical age.

This iron-like reality caused a great mental impact on the green skins - they agreed with the Grinder's point of view.

For countless years, the reason why giant orcs have not appeared among the stars is precisely because there are no smart boys to guide their growth.

If they want to become what they should be, they need to accept the guidance of a smart boy.

And their green prophet is actually a smart boy.