Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 147 The big golden guy

Baraboo watched with annoyance as the spring-footed boy jumped in from the door.Ever since the tattered gangat of Gasski's big toe was chopped into two pieces by that golden shrimp, the Spring Heeled boy has never sent any waaagh good news.

Gasski kept nagging him day after day, still thinking about his nonsense brother to bless him, but as anyone with a brain bigger than Xiami’s little flashlight knows, Gasski couldn’t see our brother’s light for a long time. The big faceplate on the door panel.

Otherwise, how could they always lose?
Day after day, two ships of green-skinned gadgets were smashed into Jin Xiami's big ball of light every day. The green-skinned fields they had planted on several planets were also burned clean, and the bacteria's brains were all burned. When the shrimps are done, their shrimps will be more ruthless to their own family than their green ones.

Baraboo was not one of those stupid guys down there who thought they were awesome. He was still in the mood to have sex on the big ship with a bunch of big bangs every day. He was cunning and looked at the big toe of Gasski. It was such a mess that I was so annoyed that I began to wonder if the big green soap bubble shield outside was not strong enough.

"Boss, gather the boss!" The boy shouted loudly. Barabu thought, if he killed this boy and secretly ate him, wouldn't the greenskins know that he had been notified?

He slapped the table and jumped up. Just as he was about to catch the frightened boy who clumsily jumped onto the top of the spacecraft's headlight, put it in his mouth and chew it, when he saw Daraz trembling out from nowhere. , "Boss, stop gathering, the golden shrimp waaagh is coming in!"

"What the hell? Even a big shrimp can do waaagh. If you don't know how to use Scooter's words, just get the fuck out of here and burn yourself in the gas tank of the car." Barabu cursed and roared. , carrying the new group of big sprays and lying down by the window.

The big shrimp he picked up from the paw of the little shrimp under the big shrimp's hand originally couldn't spray fire no matter how hard he pressed it. Later, the wrench boy on the boat painted it red with the blood of the little shrimp, and it immediately started to fire. Spraying fireworks, it seems that Xiao Xiami’s blood really has a little waaagh in it.

Outside the window, a large, round, four-quadrant spaceship that was countless times smaller than the round, four-quadrant spaceship they had first spotted. The entire golden ship, painted like the big sun, jumped from the sea into reality. Before Bara could wait, When Bu reacted, Goge shrank back to a small point, suddenly folded into the subspace, and then started running in a hurry.

The voice of Nagasky Big Toe, a stupid thing with a head that is flatter than a grunt's calf, came out from the microphone above his head: "Our glorious escape this time was part of my cunning plan." Part of it! It’s all part of the plan, do you understand?”

"This slug is part of some plan!" Baraboo yelled angrily into the microphone, "You don't have a golden shrimp waaagh!"

Goge's Stinky Number jolted violently, slamming Baraboo against the wall, causing a green skin to chew on the wall. His eyes seemed to be blurred by bright stars, flashing in random directions, on the right His iron-clad shoulders also crashed into some rotten bones. When he got up, he realized that this colorful spring boy had just been crushed into a small cake by accident.

"What's the use of being so angry like this," Daraz muttered, "The energy weapons from the shrimp cans hit our skulls, and the golden shrimps were so big that it felt like they were stuck to his hair. .”

"What the hell are you talking about... Oh, wait a minute, it's Shigoo, what did you just say?" With stars in his eyes and dizziness, Barabu's eyes almost drifted past Gogo pulling Mao Ge to jump into the orcs. The cheerful look of rock and roll dancing.The fire made Brother Goo look big and golden, and Brother Mao looked big and golden...

etc!A clever and clever guess suddenly came to Barabu's mind.

Think about it carefully, after so many years of traveling in the universe, when did they encounter such a big golden shrimp?When will Xiami be able to run over their green skins?Is this reasonable?This is very unreasonable!
"What did I say? I said the golden shrimp was so big that it felt as if the fur was on top of him. It was so awesome. The little shrimp under his hand was also rushing forward, even if he broke an arm or leg. He's more ferocious than us. Then the Xiami Emperor in any legend is definitely not as awesome as him."

Daraz kept mumbling.

"That's right!" Barabu scratched his head, pinched the chest of the spring boy next to him and made some music. "Who said that was a shrimp? How does that big golden guy look like a shrimp? It doesn't look like anything at all. ah!"

"What's this if it's not shrimp?" Daraz was surprised and covered his lower teeth with his huge upper teeth.

"Imagine," Brother Ge's most disgusting voice threw Barabu against the window with another jolt. The messy cables electrified him and sparked, and a stick-like detonator exploded in front of his eyes. , the golden scene became even more golden.He pulled himself off and counted on his fingers: "The big golden guy is big, can fight, big, powerful, big, cunning, ferocious, savage, and cruel. He can kill greenskins without batting an eyelid... "

"Second brother, come on!" Daraz howled.

Baraboo shouted excitedly, and became silly and happy: "Yes! Second brother, come on, our brains have been confused by that bastard fart of Gasskiy Big Toe! How can we be a little human being?" Xiami, think carefully about it, that’s our brother Mao’s big golden dick!”

"Then why isn't he green?"

"You don't care if he's green or not, just say he's 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 up..."

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 have competed with each other for so many greenskin lives at close range, and more and more smart greenskins are seeing 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. Barabu is a cunning green-skinned man with a very good brain. Regardless of whether the big golden guy is really interested in brother Mao, he doesn't expect to do it at the moment. 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 big chop 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 is too cunning and fierce. This is the real perseverance guy, but the big guy is so awesome that Baraboo is 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 shouldn't 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. 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, apart from proving 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 two 10-minute periods 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 kill them yourself? Using psychic energy to scan a space fortress thousands of kilometers in diameter on an atomic scale, do I look like that 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 when 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."

The report of the former commander of the Seventh Legion was lagging here, 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."

(End of this chapter)