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Boom! Boom boom boom boom!!!
The first burst of fire struck the ground, hitting the Hive Guardian directly. The tall and heavy Hive Guardian was instantly overturned. The next moment, a missile followed, and the Guardian and the ground were lifted into the air!
“WAAAAAGH!!!”
Beneath the burning sky, the green-skinned leader roared, his heavy sword plunged deep into the throat of the sand python. The highly corrosive liquid sprayed from the wound of the hissing sand python, directly onto the green-skinned leader's face, but the green-skinned leader did not back down an inch.
"For the sake of the Russians!!! In the name of our front teeth!!! Greenskins will never be slaves!!!!"
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A mob boss... a mob boss...
Pluto...
The large front teeth remained silent, while the fleet beneath its feet advanced at full speed, like a hundred-ton king rushing against the current into a rapidly flowing stream of vehicles. The mere attacks of the Tyrannosaurus Rex could not stop them at all.
Deep love, deep hatred.
It ultimately kept part of the truth hidden.
Prior to this, Big Tooth had been troubled by the fact that his Greenskin population had stopped expanding at a certain stage, and the Greenskin's WAAAGH energy could not continue to break through.
This led to the Greenskin Great Filter hypothesis, which states that there is a hurdle in the growth process of the Greenskin race, and only Greenskin clans that pass through that hurdle can survive, otherwise they will die.
Before this, countless Greenskin clans had failed and died before that threshold.
This may be a deliberate limitation imposed by the creators of the Ancients on the pitiful yet venerable Greenskins.
There was a time when my front teeth firmly believed this.
It wasn't until it finally found another Greenskin Empire lost in the Warp that Big Tooth suddenly realized that it had been deceived in the shadows all along, searching in vain.
Yes, there is indeed a large green filter.
But the Underworld Clan had already overcome that hurdle.
The teachings of Hades, the Black Boss, allowed this Greenskin clan to escape the tragic screening threshold from the very beginning of their evolution. The Black Boss's combat philosophy was buried deep in his brain, making the Hades clan pay far more attention to strategic logistics and internal dynamics and peace and stability than other clans.
From the very beginning, the Black Boss separated the Underworld from the chaotic wars inherent in the Greenskin race. He created a clear system for promoting Greenskin talent through internal regional simulated warfare, thus preventing the Greenskin clans from declining due to internal strife and lack of war.
Looking back, how many Greenskin clans have destroyed their factories and logistics because of internal strife during times of peace when there was no war?
Therefore, the Underworld clans were fortunate; they embarked on a different path after establishing themselves as a clan.
But the underworld is also unfortunate.
The big front tooth took a deep breath, and the starry sky reflected in its beady eyes, making this green-skinned creature appear even more wise and imposing.
The true filter for the Underworld Clan was the Black Boss himself. He manipulated the Underworld Clan, leading their loyalty and faith in him astray, onto a path of no return.
The gang leader, touching his face, is not a god belonging to the green-skinned tribe.
They are not Greenskins; they have never cast an approving glance at the underworld, nor have they ever bestowed their blessings upon it.
No, it's not just a blessing, it's a curse.
What truly halted the continued development of the Underworld Clan was the Black Boss. They could no longer keep calling out the Black Boss's name. If they wanted to grow bigger and stronger, they had to abandon their faith!
He clenched his fist with his front teeth.
Therefore, it had to cover up part of the truth, and nowadays the kids all think that the mob boss is their ultimate enemy!
Only in this way can the Underworld Empire become even bigger! Even more awesome!!!
Few of the green-skinned creatures knew the moment the black boss awakened their intelligence.
But it remembers, but the front teeth remember.
Not only does it remember, it will continue to shout the name of the gang leader.
This is both a commemoration and a preparation for the warriors to sharpen their swords before battle, requiring a certain level of resistance against the gang leader.
Even in the depths of Da Fangya's heart, a voice was faintly heard... a psionic being taking on Hades alone is no less than a moth drawn to a flame.
But it was fearless—it forged ahead!
Because! This is! The Will of WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Forward! Forward! Forward! Let them meet Hades again—Hades! Do you remember the clans of the underworld you abandoned years ago—and now, they have returned! They have come for you!
In the distance, the big front teeth seemed to have already seen the star sector where Hades was located.
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"..."
Dead silence.
The cold, empty hall of the necropolis was utterly silent. If the undead in space could breathe, then there would likely be a breathing sound in this space that was far more silent than the stillness itself.
Unfortunately, they are all dead, leaving only the deceased.
“O, K, beast, man”.
The star chart cast a cold light on the deceased's long, thin face, and the green light shining between his eyes was far more merciless than death itself.
Why are they joining in the fun now?
Szalak the Silent King stretched out his hand, as if mimicking the foolish behavior of the Greenskins, his eyes unblinking, appearing for a moment like a truly cold and ruthless machine.
But only its guards knew that the rage in the heart of the great Silent King Szalak was enough to burn the galaxy to ashes.
"Orcs... Let me think? I initially only wanted to capture the incomplete Star God Hades? How come now... all sorts of gods, demons, bulls, and horses have the audacity to appear before me, attempting to unify me in one battle?"
It was already completely covered by living metal, and the burn marks from the previous battle with Storm King on its body had disappeared.
"The human empire... I can at least understand it, but for a race of mayflies whose lifespan is but a fleeting moment, shortsightedness and arrogance are already etched into their souls."
"Storm King, yet another clown trying to wrest the scepter from my hands. I don't understand... After so many hardships, Imotek still stubbornly pursues unification... The ancient capitals are gone, and a war-torn, empty galaxy is truly Imotek's dream paradise?"
The Silent King pondered, the glow of the star map reflecting off its body, and its shadow on the stone wall grew longer and longer, beginning to dance like a ghost.
"And now... Orc...? Orc? Orc?! Even the tools used by the Ancient Ones can be used on the battlefield? And they're telling me they repelled part of my army???"
The Silent King swung the Staff of Eternal Glory violently, and a holographic projection of the Underworld Clan appeared before it. If Ruszalak were still a fear of the dead, its guards would probably be horrified to see the Silent King's face grow ever darker.
"The Underworld Clan?"
"it is good,"
The Silent King's voice was almost a clenched grit, and countless analyses of the Greenskins of the Underworld clans appeared.
"Okay, okay, okay, it's... Hades again, isn't it?"
The Silent King raised its eyes and looked at the star map again. It felt that the underlying logic that made up its personality was burning fiercely in a rage. One Hades, one Hades! It almost stirred up the entire galaxy into chaos!
It should be noted that some races have spread rumors that the Silent King will obliterate all beings who manipulate the power of the Star Gods. Here, the Silent King states…
This is not a rumor! Anyone who misuses the power of the Star God, except those who fear the dead, will be reduced to nothingness!
Szalak looked down at the star map, where the human empire was struggling to hold back its army. The war zones occupied by the Silent King and the human army were intertwined on the map.
"Ah."
The Silent King, enraged, laughed instead.
"Withdraw troops."
it says,
"Abandon the front lines immediately, all troops board the ships and follow this green-skinned army... I want to capture that monster myself."
Yay, it's gone!
What are you doing with the QQ group's medicine? I've been watching a bunch of people spreading rumors. Don't try to spread rumors about the author's personal information. Anyone spreading rumors, get out of here! I'll send you all flying with one flying punch!
The most tragic news ever: I need to take a long leave of absence.
I'm sweating bullets right now. Please give Xiaodengzi some time to explain to everyone.
[Time Rewind]
Little lamp: ~
(Typing in my dorm room, thinking about the next chapter and the subsequent plot structure)
(The dormitory door opens, and the roommate returns.)
Roommate: Aren't you going to study? The exam is coming up soon.
Xiaodeng: There are four days left. I've finished reading the first few chapters of course D, and the remaining four days are enough to review the rest.
Roommate: ?
Little Lamp: ?
The two looked at each other in bewilderment.
Roommate: Four days? What about the L class? Isn't the exam in three days?
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Little Lamp: Ugh...uh...uh...uh...ahh ... !! ...
Here's what happened: because I was so engrossed in thinking about the plot, I had a brain fart and missed the notice for a professional course exam. Now I have 72 hours left, and I'm going to show you how to quickly pass an extremely difficult math course and a professional course that's considered the best of the four major tutoring courses in our major. By the way, I'll also take an English final exam within these 72 hours.
Xiaodengzi is currently a junior in college, a crucial period for her academic performance, so she really can't take exams too lightly.
So I applied for leave until January 1.4th.
Before my roommates saved me, I was thinking about what kind of surprise chapter to release for New Year's Day with double monthly tickets. Now, I'm just taking a step back and asking for leave.
And a couple of unrelated remarks.
I'm thinking of making this a bit longer, ending right before the Lunar New Year, so I can release the chapters up to the ending and better develop the plot.
(Comment here if you'd like to let Xiaodengzi take a long break and finish updating all at once.)
(Please comment if you prefer daily updates)
Let's talk about something else from the bottom of our hearts.
This book is nearing its end, and I most hoped it would have a good conclusion. However, as readers have surely noticed, the plot inevitably faltered towards the end. This is due to my limited writing skills, energy, and ability, and also partly due to my lack of experience as a new author, not having completed the entire writing process before.
I'd like to apologize to my readers by bowing here.
Xiaodeng tried her best to write this book well. Aside from unforeseen circumstances like serious illness or exam season, she diligently updated every day. Xiaodeng was also the one who most hoped for a rapid increase in updates, but—
But I simply cannot do it!
Finally, I'd like to ask readers for any suggestions or recommendations for this book, so we can get everything done before it's finished.
Alright, I'm going to start my rigorous, all-out review now. From here on out, it's 30% fate, 70% hard work, and the remaining 50% is up to me, no matter how hard I try.
Free bonus episodes will continue, I'll be taking another month off.
Free bonus episode + Continuing to take another month off
(Warning: This is likely random writing)
Hades?!
The first alarm of the morning came from the red-skinned Oglin, who was screaming hysterically next to the refrigerator in the dining room. Magnus's scream was deafening, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling exploded with a loud crack after a desperate tremor.
I think he probably won't respond to you right now.
Saint Gilles, sitting at the dining table, spoke calmly, swirling the milk glass in his hand, except that it contained not milk, but some kind of scarlet liquid.
Across from Sanguis, Horus, who looked noticeably more mature and composed, smiled. His bald Primarch was holding a slice of toast, tearing off pieces as he ate.
They're all pretty used to...nighttime activities? Magnus, he might not hear you calling him right now?
[My green petri dish, which I was cultivating in the refrigerator, has completely died!!! Hades—Did Hades kill them?!!! I know—I already know—that idiot went looking for food last night and licked my petri dish clean with his damn tongue!!!]
【laugh!】
Horus, who was eating a slice of bread, coughed suddenly, probably because his bread had been taken out of the refrigerator and now he knew it might have a mushroom flavor on it.
I think you shouldn't have put the green petri dish in the refrigerator. Otherwise, how are we supposed to fight a green thing while opening the refrigerator door?
The front door opened, and Khan, returning from his morning run, casually remarked. He went straight into the kitchen, got a glass of cold water, and patted the petrified Magnus as he did so.
As Khan received the first cup of water, the clock on the wall struck eight o'clock. A sound came from the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, and three Primarchs appeared as punctually as NPCs.