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For some generals with weak wills, just seeing this scene might drive them to madness.
Each thousand bio-ships assemble into a square formation and launch an attack towards the target star system.
They came with only one goal: to devour all the resources of this star system, and then delve deeper and deeper to rendezvous with the main fleet.
Hades looked up and saw the battle markers appear, with over a hundred battlefields of varying sizes engulfed in flames.
First, there was the naval battle.
First wave of attack!
First and foremost! It's the space-flying brick!
WAAAAGH!! The greenskins slammed down the red accelerator buttons, their engines roaring deafeningly, and in a straight line, the greenskin warships charged straight into the Zerg hive fleet!
In the instant before the two armies clashed, countless sparks burst forth! A massive torpedo was launched, hurtling straight toward the enemy ship!
WAAAAGH!!
The beast-headed warship opened its massive maw and rammed into it like a dump truck!
Huge chunks of flesh exploded in the void, bone plates flew out in a spiral, and the warship, its hull covered with the remains of insects, sped out of the insect hive fleet from the other end.
Most of the green-skinned warships successfully reunited at the other end, while some remained forever on the insect ships. Countless small ships clung to the side of the green-skinned warships, corroding them with tentacles, teeth, and corrosive liquid.
Countless clusters of Tyranid creatures were spewed out, a unique Tyranid boarding maneuver.
The green warships, having overshot their targets, immediately turned around and prepared for a second charge.
The Zerg fleet, which had been scattered and broken by the mindless charge of the Orks, immediately began to regroup.
The Tyranids began to shriek, their bio-plasma cannons glowed, and hissing sounds came from the muzzles of their acid cannons. One by one, sharp bio-torpedoes that automatically sought out their targets were launched from the backs of the Tyranid behemoths.
The greens were not to be outdone, and they all slammed down their buttons. In an instant, torpedoes and missiles flew everywhere, and plasma and light spears were all mixed together.
WAAAAGH!!
The second wave of attack!
As the greens moved, flamethrowers spewed from the modified warships' mouths, resembling the Tyranids' acid bombs, with liquid bombs encased in the middle, and huge gas fuel bombs spraying out, followed by a small, cute detonator.
The fuel bomb slammed into the Terran ship, and a huge cloud of gas immediately sprayed and covered the bow of the ship. The next moment, the target was hit by a detonating bomb that read "We are the best!"
Huge fireballs instantly exploded in the void! They were as hot and bright as stars, and the Zerg in the flames struggled and quickly turned to ashes.
WAAAAGH!!
The dazzling flames thrilled the greenskins, and the boys, smothered in incendiary bombs and fuel, leaped onto their red carrier-based aircraft, engines revving! Charge ...
The fastest in the galaxy! The loudest! WAAAAGH!!!
For the gang leader! For Death to touch his face! Let's go!
In the outer star systems, the green-skinned warships, far fewer in number than the Zerg hive fleet, launched charge after charge, bringing WAAAAGH!!! They brought death!!! They brought burning!!!
The sunken green-skinned ships pressed the big red button one last time and charged towards the largest Zerg hive ship nearby.
Together with each other, they transformed into the brightest, most dazzling stars in the Milky Way.
First comes weakening and sacrifice.
Hades thought slowly as he watched the markers symbolizing naval defeats appear on the map, each marker representing the complete annihilation of a Greenskin fleet.
The surviving Zerg fleet continued its advance toward the target planet, followed by countless remnants of green-skinned space stations crashing into the planet's atmosphere.
Hades casually lowered his head, toying with a small hourglass in his hand.
Grains of silvery metallic sand at the top of the hourglass were falling into the bottom as Hades thought of them.
Each grain represents a unit of mass in the Terran fleet.
Waste, Hades thought, would constitute the early stages of this war with a large number of defeats and attrition.
Hades learned from his earlier wars and experiences with Tyrande that...
In space warfare, due to the cumbersome collection process, ships engulfed in flames will not have their biomass recovered.
But... the planets conquered by Tyrande will once again provide them with mass.
No...no rush.
Hades thought, then looked up again, staring at the map, patiently watching the insect's tentacles probe in...
Great! That's it! Five thousand words!
Chapter 582 Digging for Bait
One side features an observation window, located within the command center situated on a high slope.
"This was given to me by the gang leader,"
Wawa said,
The green-skinned warlord carefully removed a small pendant from his waist—a dark green mushroom formed from black stone. He carefully fiddled with it, showing this ordinary pendant to the surrounding warriors.
"The mob boss told me that I, and my agricultural department, are its most valued arms, its giant Squiggs, and that no matter where we fight, it will always trust me."
It said slowly and deliberately,
The earth trembled, the sky above the fortress planet turned crimson, countless pools of vibrant green biomass churned and spewed poisonous gas, and newly hatched Tyrannosaurus swarmed densely across the land.
On the ground almost entirely covered with corpses, the massive wreckage of agricultural machinery-modified steel mills knelt silently on the battlefield, one after another, as hazy and oppressive as distant mountains.
The long-legged Insect Saint hissed as it stepped onto the corpse of the Green-skinned Titan, its mouthparts emitting sharp shrieks as plasma light gathered there, like a battle horn.
The corpses of the greenskins and terrestrials lay piled upon piles, the chariots mired in them, their tires spinning but unable to break free.
The Tyrannical warrior wielded his bone blade, and the chariot, now mired in the pile of corpses, was immediately swarmed by the blade worms. Bang! Bang! Bang! The worms slammed into the chariot, producing a brutal metallic clang.
Above the sky, bombers with torn wings crashed to the earth with mournful cries, while fighter jets painted bright red slammed into the swarm of insects, exploding into brilliant sparks.
If you look up through this blackened sky, and up higher and higher, to the limit of your vision, the greenskins will see the Tyranid fleet advancing, silently passing over the burning ship skeletons.
“It trusts me,”
Wawa said,
"Trust me, I will win. I am the green skin it chose, and it personally taught me how to use a sickle—I am the only one who knows how to use a sickle."
The green-skinned leader roared and pounded on the door of the command room. Cries of agony and shouts of "What do we do, boss?" rang out, but WaWa paid no heed.
"Therefore, I am the first,"
Wawa said, showing the little black mushroom to its subordinates.
"I am the most unique one in its grand plan. I am not the big front tooth of the War Department, nor the hardest one of the Industry Department. I am the one who digs."
"And me,"
Wa Wa stood up and slowly walked to the huge red button.
"Waaaah, we will never let the gang leader's WAAAAGH fail!!!"
PENG!!
Dig Dig and slammed the button down.
The mountain trembled, the command center shook violently, the giant beast snorted, the mountain stood up, red soil fell off, and two fangs as tall as pillars emerged from the foot of the mountain. The giant Ooklin dragon took a step, and the earth shook violently!
The command center wasn't built on a mountain, but on the back of the giant ogre Klinga!
Heavy plate armor draped over the behemoth's body, and countless thick, large cannons vibrated as they rapidly adjusted their course. The Mag Kids roared, and psionic flames quickly rose, igniting the giant Oroklin Dragon's armor.
“WAAAAAGH!!!”
The shouts of digging echoed through the mountains, and the response was a continuous roar, as powerful as the surging waves.
Countless cavalry units, led by Ironhead Shigug, surged forth from the foot of the mountain.
Each of the leaders' Skugs was magnificent and strong, with thick, powerful legs, neat, white buck teeth, and their bright red bodies were fully armed with iron armor.
The green-skinned leaders, each wielding a double scythe and clad in battle robes with their black cloaks billowing, bore the ghastly white skeletons of the Underworld Clan, coldly watching the Tyranids.
""WAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! ""
All words culminate in a single, magnificent WAAAAAGH!
WAAAAAGH!!! No need for further explanation!!!
The Skull leaders leaped onto the battlefield, maneuvering nimbly through the piles of corpses, and charged toward the node Tyrannosaurus in a disciplined and purposeful manner.
The giant Ookrin dragon's jet-black armor reflected a blood-red light, unlike the other warlords who had painted their armor jet-black instead of crimson.
It's simply because it believes that black, the color worn by the mob boss, is the coolest color ever!
The giant Ogre Klinga roared and began to slowly accelerate and charge. The violent jolts threw the other green-skinned leaders in the command room to pieces, but Digger remained firmly standing in the command room.
It will bring the gang leader one great WAAAAAGH after another!
Digging carefully put the black mushroom back. It remembered that day, on that hot and sultry afternoon, it was just an unknown leader.
It was assigned to the agricultural group and was diligently directing the boys to dig the soil, while also diligently digging itself, because the big front tooth told them that touching its face required them to dig!
It stood in the field, wielding its large hoe.
A cacophony of sounds drifted from the distant horizon; it was all like a dream of Gao Ge and Mao Ge.
The gang leader landed beside it almost with a "WAAAGH" sound.
A dark shadow loomed over it, and the gang leader slapped its shoulder hard, almost knocking it over.
"It's you! Good lad! I see something extraordinary in you! You're a born leader! Now you're the head of the Ministry of Agriculture!"
Then Wawa became the head of the Ministry of Agriculture!
Wawa opened its mouth wide, raised its head, and bent its neck so hard it almost broke, before it could barely see the Black Boss's face—but there was only darkness there, and it couldn't see the Black Boss's expression.
…………
"Attack! Attack!!!"
The Insect Saint shrieked, and a deadly straight line of plasma lit up the air.
Peng! ! !
The giant Ooklin Dragon grunted, but its body didn't sway; it only left a scorch mark on the giant beast's heavy body.
The scythe's pristine white blade traced an arc as the Ironhead Sgug leaders cleanly and decisively severed the heads of the Tyranid warriors. The ugly heads of the Zerg spun through the air, followed by the fleeting figures of the Sgug leaders.
Countless burly young men surged out, following behind the Ironhead Skull leaders, to besiege the swarm of insects that had fallen into chaos after the node creatures died.
Wawa knew that he wasn't as smart as the front teeth of the War Department, nor as tough and capable as the toughest fighter in the Industrial Group, but the Black Boss chose him to be the leader of the Agricultural Group!
WaWa can swear to the boss who touched his face and the black boss that he diligently fed every single Squirrel and Ocklin.
Every single one of the little guys that grows out of the ground is a cut-out!
That's why it's the head of the agricultural group!
…………
"The...gang boss..."
WaWa opened its mouth wide, trying to respond to the gang leader's words, but it was as if its mouth was stuffed with seven jumping creatures, and it couldn't say a word at all.
After the gang leader finished speaking those words that would change its fate, the shouts of the madman from the inspection team came from afar. Wawa looked at the gang leader and turned his head to respond to the Black Butcher.
They must be discussing a very important topic. The gang leader casually turned around, leaving it behind, and walked towards the green-skinned group following him.
The green-skinned thugs, bigger and greener than Waaaaa, immediately swarmed over and surrounded the gang leader as he walked away.
Before leaving, the gang leader seemed to remember something, turned his head, and said casually to it,
"Keep it up, Green Boy."
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The mob boss is very busy, extremely busy, and perhaps also very lazy. Even the Green Skin leader, one of the six secret police, rarely gets to see him.
But this does not mean that gang leaders do not exist.
On its first day as the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, Wawa was given a thick textbook, which the inspection team solemnly handed to it.
He also told Wawa that he was strictly forbidden from showing it to other green-skinned people. The gang leader instructed that after reading one page, he should memorize one page and then eat that page.
A cool, massive, brick-sized book! This is proof that WaWa is recognized! This is why it's the most WAAAAAGH!!!