Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The battle on the black ship finally ended, especially after the orc leader WarBoss died at the hands of Calvin.

Except for a few orc pirates who successfully evacuated in an organized manner on landing craft, most of the orcs could only hide in the cabins or mezzanines of the black ship in the chaos.

This means that the post-war cleanup will be very troublesome for the human side.

The fate of the orcs who successfully escaped will not be much better. Their motherships have been on the verge of collapse in the previous artillery battle and are unusable. In the asteroid belt plagued by pirates, this is just a piece of meat on the chopping board, but it tastes a little stinky. But there will always be people with good teeth who are interested in them.

So whether it is the orcs who successfully evacuated, or the orcs on the scattered stars and black ships, the fate waiting for them is the same bleak and hopeless.

If you have to say, it is nothing more than the difference between dying sooner or later.

Calvin and others don't care about these orcs. Under the threat of many pirates behind them, all they can do now is to get out of this bad area as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the route to the asteroid belt has come to an end; fortunately, under the deterrence of the clean and neat rebound binding operation, the pirates who were ready to make a move, after careful consideration, did not show a second person willing to take the risk.

"Just let them go?"

The day after the battle on the black ship ended, as the Noble and Dirty were about to sail out of the channel and enter the empty star zone route, a Dawn Goddess light cruiser pirate ship belonging to the Eldar pirates hidden in the back was having the following conversation:

"What else? Do we really want to leave him here?"

"The mission we received is to leave them here!"

"Have you received the money?"

"Yes."

"That's it. Look at how broken it is. We have tried our best."

"But..."

"No buts! His Royal Highness sent us here for our mission. Have you forgotten your identity and really regarded yourself as a pirate?"

"Yes!" The female tribe warrior who bowed her head to show obedience looked at the black ship that was about to be freed in the distance with hatred after silence. The fire in her eyes did not go out, but became more vigorous because of the superior's shouting.

"What are you thinking about? Thinking that you will never let them go next time you meet them?" The hoarse and magnetic voice of the superior on the throne came from her black robe.

"Choosing an old enemy and taking back his head is the freedom of my path. You should respect me, or respect this tradition." The tribe warrior responded.

"But it is also my duty to advise a beginner to learn to be good at choosing targets."

"Are you doubting my power or denying my destiny?"

"No, I simply don't want you to waste time. The ship escaped from our hands, but it doesn't mean that we can sit back and relax..."

"What do you mean?"

"Look. Isn't the most generous gift and curse that fate has given us a long time?"

The flame of destruction is always easy to ignite, but it is much more troublesome to extinguish it completely.

Although Calvin and others were not attacked by new pirate forces in the next three days, they spent all their energy just to clean up the orcs who were omnipresent in the ship for survival.

"You can never imagine where a greenskin would hide, except in a lunch box."

This was Golden's complaint after clearing out the sporadic greenskins for 40 hours under the leadership of the maintenance personnel who were calling the police everywhere on the ship.

Then they happily saw the canteen chef exclaim when he took out the steak he had put in the oven:

"Abaddon's ass! How come there are greenskins here too!"

Yes, a freshly baked, 80%-cooked greenskin appeared in the canteen's large steak aging cabinet.

You can even see its last expression before its death. The face that should have been ferocious still had a nearly honest doubt, as if wondering why it was so hot here, why there were so many delicious foods in the big iron box of human shrimps...

Against the background of the chef and the canteen staff shouting, Calvin and Golden looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

It seems that this black ship can't be kept. At least before returning to the home port for a comprehensive and thorough cleanup, they can't imagine where these strong races will not appear.

In the eyes of Calvin, who has some understanding of the reproduction and social forms of these lives, there are still many fresh mushrooms growing vigorously in a corner of this cargo ship...

For this group of orcs, there is a sentence that can perfectly describe their ecology:

In spring, you sow an orc; in autumn, you can harvest a tribe...

But the reality is that the reproduction ability brought by the dual attributes of animals and plants of orcs is far more exaggerated than this sentence.

In the data of the Alien Inquisition, this species does not need a complete orc as a seed.

Their adult behavior is animalistic, but their reproduction is plant-based.

Different from all previous species observation records of humans, the spore-like spread like fungi is the way for the orcs to reproduce.

There are records showing that in some extreme environments that are particularly suitable for their growth, you can even see that because an orc stood in the wind and rubbed his scalp, the dandruff flying in the wind can give birth to a bunch of little orcs after several months...

Therefore, in the vast space, as long as an orc can reach a new planet, it means the arrival of an endless disaster for the local humans.

No matter it is alive or dead, as long as it is not cooked (note: fully cooked, eight-tenths cooked is not completely inactivated.), then this native seed will quickly take root and sprout.

The whole process of this growth does not require any external support, only the most basic photosynthesis environment is enough.

And when the first batch of fruits from these seeds, that is, Squig, are born, the next fart spirits and orc boys will follow.

Yes, you read it right. A basic seed grows a strain, and the final result is not only a product, but a complete social structure from food to servants and finally to combat units!

This is out of the ordinary!

In the name of the Emperor! If this thing evolved naturally, Calvin would eat the orc in front of him on the spot!

In Calvin's previous life, he had also come into contact with the concept of biological weapons in the army.

But in terms of the background of his time, the most exaggerated or speculative products that he could learn until his death were still in the era of virus weapons.

This method of thoroughly adjusting the genes of a life and breeding a race as a weapon of war really gave Calvin a good insight.

And the potential of the greenskins is not just what is shown above. Their stronger place lies in their core strength, which is what they call the Waaaaah position.

This orc-exclusive psychic power relies entirely on quantity. The more orcs there are, the stronger the Waaaaah power.

And the stronger the Waaaaaah power is, the more obvious its interference and acceleration on the reality level.

So as long as the number is sufficient, their overall strength will increase geometrically in a short period of time like a rolling snowball:

The more the number, the greater the probability of a single powerful individual appearing;

The more the number, the stronger their Waaaaah force field at the psychic level;

And the stronger the Waaaaah force field, the faster their technological progress!

That's right, the technology of the greenskins is not based on research and development, just like humans.

But the orcs don't need archaeology. They only need the acceleration of the Waaaaah stance, or the stimulation of a sufficiently waaaaah opponent, to develop a technology level similar to that of their opponent in a short period of time!

When their number reaches a certain level, their Waaaaah force field will play a stance effect similar to the will of the swarm at the psychic level.

Moreover, this stance can also reversely promote the generation and evolution of powerful individuals in the entire group.

When this stance develops to a certain extent, it can even passively suppress or interfere with the power of other psychics on the entire battlefield!

And this is also one of the aspects that Calvin is most interested in:

Before, he could only understand these orcs through information. The impression and judgment of the so-called Waaaaaah stance can only remain at the literal understanding.

After having a "close contact" with the orcs by chance this time, he really felt some of the extraordinary means of this species called "Imperial Moss".

This naturally includes this Waaaaah stance.

After experiencing the interference and influence of this position on spiritual energy at close range, Calvin had to take it seriously. In one sentence: "This is fucking something!"