Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Barab was annoyed when he saw the spring-footed kid jumping in from the door. Ever since the broken Gangat of Gaskey's big toe was chopped off by the golden shrimp, the spring-footed kid has not sent any good news.

Gaskey kept nagging and still thinking about his bullshit brother's blessing, but anyone with a brain bigger than the shrimp's flashlight would know that Gaskey had long lost sight of our brother's big face shining on the door.

Otherwise, how could they always lose?

Day after day, two ships of greenskins died every day and crashed into the golden shrimp's big light ball. The greenskin fields they had planted on several planets were also burned clean, and the brains of the fungi were all taken out by the shrimp. The shrimp was more vicious to his own family than the greenskins.

Barab is not like those fools who think they are awesome and have the mood to mess around in the big ship with a lot of explosions every day. The cunning Barab looked at the mess made by Gaskey's big toe and was so annoyed that he began to think that the green soap bubble shield outside was not strong enough.

"Boss, gather the boss!" The kid shouted loudly. Barab thought, if he stabbed this kid to death and ate him secretly, wouldn't the greenskins know that he had been notified?

He slapped the table and jumped up. Just as he was about to grab the kid who had jumped onto the top of the spacecraft's headlight in a frightened manner and put it in his mouth to chew, he saw Daraz rushing out from nowhere, trembling, "Boss, don't gather, the golden shrimp waaagh is coming!"

"What the hell is waaagh? A shrimp can also waaagh. If you can't use his words, get out of here and burn yourself in the tank of the jumping car." Barab yelled and cursed, holding the new group of big guns and leaning against the window.

This big gun that he picked up from the claws of the little shrimp under the big shrimp's hands could not spit out fire no matter how he pressed it. Later, the wrench boy on the ship painted it red with the little shrimp's blood, and it could immediately spit fireworks. It seems that there is really a little waaagh in the shrimp's blood.

Outside the window, a golden ship that was many times smaller than the round four-quadrant spaceship they had initially set their sights on, and that was as bright as the sun, jumped out of the sea into reality. Before Barab could react, the Gogo's Stinky Ship shrank back into a dot, folded into the subspace with a splash, and then began to run in a hurry. The voice of that stupid thing called Gaskie Big Toe, whose head was flatter than the calf of a fart, came out of the megaphone above his head: "Our glorious escape this time is part of my cunning plan! It's all part of the plan, understand!"

"What kind of plan is this slug!" Barab yelled angrily into the megaphone, "You are not even a golden shrimp waaagh!"

The stinky number of Goge shook violently, and suddenly knocked Barab against the wall, and he fell green and gnawed the wall. It seemed that his face was covered with bright stars, flashing in a mess, and his right shoulder covered with iron sheets also hit some disgusting smelly bones. When he climbed up, he found that this colorful spring boy had just been accidentally crushed into a pancake by him.

"What's the point of getting angry?" Daraz muttered, "The energy weapons of the shrimp cans are hitting our heads, and the golden shrimps are pressing against us as if Gao Mao is stuck to him."

"What the hell are you talking about... Hey wait, what did he say?" With stars in his eyes and dizziness, Barab's eyes almost passed by the happy appearance of Gao Ge pulling Mao Ge to dance the Orc rock dance. The fire made Gao Ge look golden and big, and Mao Ge looked big and golden...

Wait! A very clever guess suddenly floated through Barab's mind.

Think about it carefully. They have been wandering in the universe for so many years. When have they ever encountered such a big golden shrimp? When can the shrimp run over them? Is this reasonable? This is very unreasonable!

"What did I say? I said the big golden shrimp was so strong that it looked like he was stuck with me. It was too good. The shrimp boys under him were also charging forward, and they were still more ferocious than us even if they had broken their arms and legs. The shrimp emperor in the legend is definitely not as awesome as him."

Daraz kept muttering.

"That's right!" Barab scratched his head, pinching the chest of the spring boy next to him to make some music, "Who said that was a shrimp? How does that big golden guy look like a shrimp? He doesn't look like a shrimp at all!"

"If it's not a shrimp, what is it?" Daraz covered his lower teeth with his overbite upper teeth in surprise.

"Think about it," Goge's most stinky bump threw Barab against the window, and the already messy cables electrocuted him with sparks, and a stick-like detonator exploded in front of him, making the golden scene even more golden. He pulled himself down and counted on his fingers: "The big golden guy is big, good at fighting, big, powerful, big, cunning, fierce, barbaric, cruel, and kills greenskins without blinking an eye..."

"Second brother is above!" Daraz howled.

Barab shouted excitedly and laughed foolishly: "That's right! Second brother is above, our brains have been confused by that bastard fart spirit of Gaskey Big Toe! That's not a human shrimp, think about it carefully, that's our big golden guy of Brother Mao!"

"Then why is he not green?"

"You don't care whether he is green or not, just say he is waaagh or not!"

"waaaaagh!"

"Overthrow Garski Big Toe!"

"Overthrow Garski Big Toe!"

"Follow the big golden warboss!"

"Follow the big golden warboss!"

"Hurry up and spread our clever news, and don't let that cunning guy Gaski hide it anymore!"

"Hurry..."

Daraz was thrown out of the door by Barabu and fell on his butt. He stood up hurriedly, howling that the big golden guy was the warboss, and started waaagh in the loudest voice of Gorge.

Not long after, Barabu heard cheers pouring in from all directions. Sometimes the big golden guy was the greenest, sometimes Daraz was the coolest, and sometimes Barabu was the coolest. It seemed to be the same as the big golden guy and the lemon yellow under his hands. The army of tin-shells competed with each other for so many greenskin lives at close range, and more and more smart greenskins saw through the truth. Barabu puffed up his chest with satisfaction, feeling as if he had grown half a circle bigger.

In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t have Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. Baraboo is a cunning green-skinned man with a very good brain. Regardless of whether the big golden guy really has Brother Mao’s heart, he doesn’t expect to do it right now. We've passed the other side, so we might as well take the opportunity to gain momentum, pull out Gasski's big toe from the big iron lump, replace it, and then run away.

Just do it, he rushed out the door carrying the big spray, and rushed towards the command room of the hulk along the sea of ​​green skins who were cheering as if they had just finished the fuck. Damn it, today is a blessing from Brother Mao.

When he was halfway through the rush, a shout that could lift the roof suddenly rang out from his destination, and then a strange and familiar big green man carried Garski's head and a handful of big teeth. He rushed out, with a golden laser light flashing on his shoulder, and electric arcs exploding on the machete in his hand. Baraboo took a closer look and inhaled the stench in the hallway.

Wow, isn’t this his damn Daraz?

I saw Daraz happily marching around the aisles with a group of big and small greenskins, each more exciting than the other, shouting in a rhythm that the big golden guy is too strong, Brother Mao is the best in the world, disguised as Xiami The big golden guy in the pile was too cunning and fierce. This was the real Perseverance Guy, but the big guy was so awesome that Baraboo was dumbfounded.

The key is, since when did his Daraz become taller and more powerful than him? This is wrong!

"Big golden guy! Big golden guy! Big golden guy...Barabu, where are you? Let's vote for the super waaaagh big golden guy!" Daraz waved the big chop in his hand happily. .

"I was thinking that we should put this matter back a little bit..." Barabu broke out in a cold sweat.

"No, no!" Daraz shouted, a trace of cruelty unfamiliar to the beast flashed in his enlarged eyes, "I thought it was bad! Let's go back to the big golden guy today!"

"Chengchengcheng, we will vote now..."

Barabu's retreat made Daraz grow even bigger. A tsunami-like cry swept through the entire Gorge Stinky Ship. A wave almost swept over the skull flag hanging outside the ship. Barabu felt that he had become inexplicable. A little smaller.

In any case, now is not the time to linger. He used his cunning brain and rushed to Gaskey's room while the orcs were leaving. After searching for a long time, he found a teleporter and pressed it down.

God bless me, can you teleport him back to his original tribe? He needs to escape quickly, and then quickly spread the news to the entire galaxy about the fact that there is a super golden guy here who is so powerful that even...even the green-skinned warlord above us can eat it in one go. Trillions of descendants of orcs! This opponent is incredible!

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Rogal Dorn stood quietly in the command room. Because his golden armor had been sent for disinfection, he was only wearing an indigo jacket and straight trousers, thinking about the next war alone.

His arm was wrapped in bandages. Rogal Dorn was injured in the last battle with the Orks' heavily armored giant machines equipped with cannons and high-power energy weapon arrays on both sides, proving that he still needs experience on the battlefield of the future Great Crusade.

The orks seemed suspicious of their leader after the machine was dismantled with his first use of an Imperial chainsword instead of an Invite steel blade. Coupled with the living forces he had previously annihilated in the universe, the enemy's large forces finally sneaked into the subspace to escape. This was not good news, and he had to think about how to pursue it.

In addition, the arrival of a new batch of casualty lists is obviously not a good thing except to prove that one's own communications can still operate normally.

He closed his eyelids briefly, preparing to call the astropath later and contact Perturabo first.

In the weeks since he had left the Phalanx, Morse and Perturabo had demonstrated that some powerful chemicals, such as the saliva and gastric juices of the Astartes, could successfully kill the greenskin spores.

But they also proved that Rogal Dorn had unintentionally made the same mistakes as his captain.

In order to prepare for the battle, not only the construction of some ceremonial locations on the Phalanx was stopped - such as the Oath Temple that Dorn had conceived for a long time, he hoped to have a place to swear oaths to new recruits, or - many living supplies The improvement of the system has also been suspended, which directly resulted in many seemingly insignificant water seepage points in the drainage pipes not being repaired.

According to the report, when a bunch of squirming micro green skins suddenly crawled out of the energy room floor, the mortals on duty were so frightened that they swept plasma on the floor for twenty minutes and burned promethium in an attempt to smoke away the stench that permeated the energy room. gas.

"I can't stand it anymore." Morse's voice seemed to echo in his ears again. The black-robed craftsman began to be unbearable after cleaning one of the four quadrants of the Phalanx. "I see you have green skin here too." Not big. There is no harm except eating rats. Can you disinfect them yourself? Using psychic energy to scan a space fortress with a diameter of thousands of kilometers on an atomic scale, do I look like the golden psychic emperor? "

At that time, Rogal Dorn swallowed the objection that some mortals couldn't tell the difference between microgreenskins and mold, because Perturabo's tired and sharp eyes pierced across the dataslate from all the way. "This is going to be a long job, brother. Perhaps too long. Only your Legion can handle it."

The Iron Lord was exhausted by the mysterious proliferation of greenskin spores in the Phalanx's various laboratories, and he finally began to develop a truly tragic empathy for Magnus, who occasionally fell into hair-pulling frenzy during his experiments. Why would a Primarch who was more proficient in the construction of large-scale facilities for military or civilian use use up the last of his patience in Rogal Dorn's Phalanx biological laboratory?

Dorn opened his eyes, not because he had decided what to contact Perturabo about, but because Aeolus shouted a report at the door.

"The Orcs have re-emerged from the subspace." Aeolus reported. "They did not escape, and the coordinates they emerged are the same as when they left. In addition, their old flags have been replaced, and the painting of the ships has also been changed."

There was a lag in the report of the former commander of the 7th Legion, which quickly attracted the attention of Rogal Dorn. There weren't many things that could make a veteran of the unification wars lose his composure during a report.

"What's the specific situation?" Dorn asked calmly and forcefully, calming his company commander with the calmness hidden in his words.

"The new blasphemy flag has a green background, with a bone-white orc head drawn on it, and a yellow Astartes fist pattern." Aeolus replied, "And the ship's painting has been changed to a gold and red two-color checkered pattern. At the same time, , we received the other party’s voice message.”

"Play the recording." Dorn simply ordered.

Aeolus pulled out the dataslate.

A strange voice that spoke loudly and heavily, with many swallowed sounds and vague consonants, and an ups and downs in pitch, came from the data tablet. I don't know when this orc learned Gothic, but he must not have learned it well.

"Big golden guy! Our real warboss!" the orcs roared excitedly, "We love you! Can we follow you? You are the real waaaghboss in our minds!"

The muscles on Rogal Dorn's face froze for a moment, and confusion flashed across his light-colored eyes.

At this moment, countless conjectures flew through the original body's mind in turn. For example, the orcs pretended to surrender to make him underestimate the enemy, the orcs wanted to break into the empire, the orcs encountered other threats, or the orcs' brains finally downgraded to the same level as the fungi. level.

After a second, he made his decision.

"Send the message, I am happy to take them with me... waaagh. I hope to meet them on the 55N-1 planet, attaching the planet coordinates." He selected a planet with no traces of human habitation in the Inwit subordinate area, and A planet whose only resources are low-value rocks and thin vegetation. "At the same time, once the orks arrive at 55N-1, prepare to launch cyclone torpedoes on it."