Chapter 44: An Unexpected Surprise
Mars, this once silent red planet, was now the impenetrable fortress of the Adeptus Mechanicus' iron will and endless wisdom. Towering metal spires, like a forest of steel, stood upon the Martian desert, each one embodying the Adeptus Mechanicus' relentless pursuit of technology and perfection.
"Hiss~, is this really the Adeptus Mechanicus' place on Mars?" Francis stroked his chin, a bit puzzled.
The others looked at everything happening before them, also unsure. "Anyway, the navigation definitely led us here."
"So Mars has fallen?" Francis asked, looking at the scene before him with a strange expression.
"Waaagh!"
Ork Boyz, riding in their "Waaagh-Wagon," a repurposed derelict spaceship, roared across the sky, accompanied by deafening rock music, leaving trails of sparks and joyous laughter in their wake.
On one side, the Adeptus Mechanicus' Titans advanced with precise, unwavering steps, wielding power swords. On the other, the Ork Boyz brandished various "homemade weapons."
"Waaagh!"
A squad of Orks attempted to use their "super trampoline"—actually an anti-gravity device activated by accident. As a result, not only did they lose control in mid-air, but they also inadvertently activated the automated defense system on the tower, sending all the Orks flying away.
Countless Servitors and skeletal warriors charged into the Ork tide, and both sides fought madly. Such a thrilling scene appeared before Francis, and his heart throbbed with excitement.
"What's going on? How did you get invaded by Orks here?" Sarpedon contacted the Adeptus Mechanicus through the communication link.
"What? Because you conducted an experiment that led to an Ork leakage? In a few days, a few of them reproduced to half the planet?" Sarpedon said.
Hearing this, Sarpedon was stunned, and so were the others. This was ridiculous! The Adeptus Mechanicus' mighty stronghold invaded by Orks? What kind of fantastical event was this? Not even the Emperor would believe it!
"Hahaha, I get it, I get it!" Francis laughed, covering his face. "They must have seen that I mastered Ork technology and thought they could too. It backfired."
Fabius was even more shocked now. "What? You also mastered Ork technology?!"
"Primarch, what do we do? The Orks are about to attack!" Sarpedon looked at the Orks on the ground, who were building cannons out of junk, feeling extremely anxious.
"What to do? Of course, we do nothing," Francis said. "Send them a message. Tell them we're coming in."
"Know your enemy, cheers!" Francis said.
With that, Francis pulled out some Ork blood from a box.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
The familiar sticky and foul taste made Francis unable to stop!
"Woohoo, I'm coming!" Francis said.
Francis leaped, jumping directly from the battleship.
Fabius's eyes were wide like brass bells, and he stammered, "Pri... Primarch... he... he turned into an Ork?!"
When he turned to look at the Soul Drinkers, he found them calmly piloting the battleship away.
"Waaagh!" Francis roared happily.
Bang!
As a large amount of smoke and dust dissipated, the Ork version of Francis made a limited-time return!
The Orks who were assembling the cannon looked bewildered, tilting their heads at him.
"Brother, how can you fly?" The Ork with a bandana on his head looked at him. He was clearly the leader of the squad.
Francis said nothing, but instead pointed his thumb at the other party, then rotated it ninety degrees.
The surrounding Orks saw this and all became excited. The Orks spontaneously formed a circle around the two of them, cheering and yelling, their "Waaagh!" roars rising and falling in waves.
"Roar! Waaagh!"
The bandana-wearing Ork's eyes turned red, and he directly swung a crude but fierce weapon cobbled together from scrap metal, smashing it towards Francis!
Clang. Francis caught the big club with one hand, then slammed his other fist into his opponent's chest.
Bang. He directly punched a large hole, roaring excitedly, "Do you submit?!"
"No!" Bandana Ork shouted.
Francis then snatched the big club from the opponent, hugged him, and violently threw him to the ground, tearing off his ear with a bite and roaring, "You have a hole in your chest, and you still don't submit?!"
"I won't submit even if you kill me! What—I have a big hole in my chest?!" The bandana-wearing Ork was about to counterattack when he heard this, looked up, saw the large hole in his chest, and then collapsed to the ground.
Francis stood directly on top of him, raised his weapon, and let out an earth-shattering "Waaagh!"
The surrounding Orks watched with boiling blood, all joining the ranks of cheering and yelling.
"Waaagh!"
"Waaagh!"
Just as they cheered, countless Servitors, their bodies heavily replaced with mechanical parts, their hands transformed into power whips and cutting claws, rushed forward. "Uh uh uh uh uh," they moaned.
They numbly charged at the Orks, constantly swinging their arms, tearing apart the Orks in front of Francis, and simultaneously being torn apart by the Orks. More Orks adopted their power whips and cutting claws, then suicidally charged at the enemy.
Time seemed to slow down considerably now, and Francis could see countless spores scattering from an Ork as it was torn apart. The moment the spores landed, new runts grew from the ground, and Gretchin also grew simultaneously. At the same time, new runts grew into Ork Boyz, continuing to charge forward.
Bzzzt. Francis's mind seemed to connect with something!
Thump thump thump.
All the nearby Orks turned around, shielding Francis in the center, their heartbeats thrumming like war drums!
"Waaagh!" Francis roared.
"Everyone, fall back!" Francis commanded.
Francis let out an earth-shattering war cry, and with a whoosh, he leaped out directly, plunging into the Servitor army.
The Servitors' murmurs constantly echoed in his ears. "Uh uh uh uh uh."
"Kill!" Francis shouted.
Francis's eyes only held battle. His arms carved arcs of death in the air, each swing accompanied by the tearing sound of metal, cleaving Servitor after Servitor in half. The tide-like Servitors were constantly harvested by Francis. He was evolving madly, his body growing larger and larger.
All the surrounding Orks, obeying his command, continuously pounded their weapons, shouting "Waaagh!" incessantly.
Meanwhile, the Soul Drinkers and others, hiding in the distance, swallowed hard. "Can this still be explained? I said the Primarch would help them solve it. How could he still..." one of them said.
Fabius, who was frantically injecting himself with sedatives, caught his breath and said, "Anyway, I don't believe it! This is nonsense!"
"Waaagh!" Francis raised his arms and cheered, directly piloting a Giga Junk towards a nearby Ork group. All the Orks following him also built more war vehicles.
He was constantly following the will in his heart, assembling a true Ork army. Before him, it was hard to imagine so many Orks without a unified Warboss. It seemed they had been fighting since birth, and before they could even achieve unity, they began fighting the Adeptus Mechanicus.
"For the Omnissiah!" Suddenly, from a distance came the roar of the Adeptus Mechanicus Protector Army, clad in shining metallic armor, wielding phosphor weapons meticulously crafted by the Adeptus Mechanicus.
The Ork forces surged forward like a tide, roaring and brandishing their crude but fierce weapons. However, the moment the phosphor weapons touched the Orks' flesh, phosphor fire erupted at the point of contact, igniting the Orks into burning torches.
Flames spread rapidly among the Orks, crackling and emitting a pungent, burnt smell. The ignited Orks screamed in agony, their bodies twisting and struggling in the flames, eventually turning to ash.
The Orks behind began to falter, and at that moment, Francis stepped forward and roared, "Don't be afraid, everyone! Urine can put out fire! Waaagh!"
"I reckon Boss is right! Waaagh!" the Orks shouted back.
The previously timid Orks instantly became courageous again.
Just as the cold-hearted Protector Army scoffed at this, a bucket of cold water was poured over their heads when they once again sprayed the phosphor flames that countered the Orks. The phosphor flames went out!
The Protector Army also did not hesitate, immediately pulling out taser weapons to unleash terrifying plasma attacks, and continued to shout, "For the Omnissiah!"
The two forces collided violently, like a mad meat grinder!
Watching Francis slaughtering in there, even using psychic powers like gravity and armor penetration, the Orks' equipment was also constantly getting stronger in a visible way! From the initial Ork turbine tractor, to the armored pickup, then evolving from the armored pickup to the Giga Junk, and even an Ork Titan appeared!
The Soul Drinkers stared in silence.
"No? Why aren't you talking! What do we do? It looks like the Primarch is conquering Mars for the Orks!" Fabius was still injecting himself with medicine. He felt like he was about to lose control of himself!
"It shouldn't be. The Primarch was quite normal last time... probably..." one of the Soul Drinkers said.
"There was a last time?!" Fabius suddenly felt that he couldn't stay in his own bubble anymore. The Emperor's Children's technology was still too conservative.
[End of Chapter]