Chapter 147 The Big Golden Guy
Barabu was annoyed when he saw the spring-footed boy jumping 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.
Gaski keeps nagging about his bullshit Brother Blessing every day, but as anyone with a brain bigger than Xiami’s little flashlight knows, Gasski has always looked at it. I can't see my brother's big face reflected on the door panel.
Otherwise, how could they always lose?
Day after day, two ships of green-skinned gadgets were smashed into the golden ball of light every day. The green-skinned fields they had planted on several planets were also burned clean. , the brains of the bacteria were fucked out by the shrimps. His shrimps were more vicious to his family than his 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 it, wouldn't the greenskins know that he had been notified?
He jumped up and slapped the table, and was about to catch the frightened boy who clumsily jumped onto the top of the spacecraft's headlight and put it in his mouth to chew, when he saw Daraz who didn't know He jumped out tremblingly, "Boss, stop gathering, the golden shrimp waaagh has come in!"
"What the hell is waaagh? Even a big shrimp can waaagh, and he can't use his Shiguo words. Just get the fuck out of here and burn yourself in the gas tank of the car." Barabu cursed and yelled, and he lay down by the window with the new set of big guns.
The big spray he picked up from the little shrimp's paw under the big shrimp's hand turned out to be unable to spurt fire no matter how hard he pressed it. Later, the wrench boy on the ship painted it red with the blood of the little shrimp, and immediately It can blow out 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 the fart's calf, came out from the microphone above his head: "This is our glorious escape. , It’s part of my cunning plan! It’s all part of the plan, don’t you understand!”
“This is part of his slug’s plan!” Barabu shouted angrily at the microphone. You don’t even have gold shrimps waaagh!”
Gorgeous gave Baraboo a hard jolt, slamming him against the wall and knocking him to pieces. His face seemed to be blurred by the bright stars, flashing in random directions, and the iron-clad shoulder on his right side also crashed into some smelly bone. When he got up, he realized that this colorful spring boy had just been raped by him. Accidentally rolled into small cakes.
“What’s the use of being so angry like this,” Daraz muttered, “The energy weapons from the canned shrimps hit our skulls, and the golden shrimps are as powerful as Maodu. It’s like he stuck it together.”
"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 dance. The fire made Brother Gao look big and golden, and Brother Mao looked big and golden...
Wait! 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 that the golden shrimp was so strong that it felt as if the hair was on top of him. It was so awesome. The little shrimp boy under his hand also rushed forward with a howl and broke an arm. His legs are still rushing more fiercely than ours. Then the Xiami Emperor in any legend is definitely not as good as him."
Dalaz 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 is it if it’s not a shrimp?” Daraz covered his lower teeth with his huge upper teeth.
“You don’t think so,” Goge’s loudest voice threw Barabu against the window with another jolt. The already messy cables electrified him and sparks flew out, like a stick. The detonator exploded in front of his eyes, and 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!" Dalaz howled.
Barabu shouted excitedly, and became silly and happy: "Yes! Second brother, come on, our brains have been confused by that bastard fart of Jaski Big Toe. ! That’s not a human shrimp. Think about it carefully, it’s our Brother Mao’s big golden guy!”
"Then why is he not green?"
"You don't care whether he is green or not, just say he is waaagh or not waaagh!"
"Waaaaagh!"
"Overturn Gaskey Big Toe!"
"Overthrow Gaskey Big Toe!"
“Follow the big golden warboss!”
“Follow the big golden warboss!”
“Hurry up and spread our clever news, and don’t give it to that cunning guy like Garski. Cover it!"
"Hurry up..."
Daraz was thrown out of the door by Barabu and fell on his butt. He stood up in a hurry and howled. The guy with the big golden hair is the warboss, and he is waaagh in the most notorious account of Goge.
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.
Actually, it’s not that he doesn’t have Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. Baraboo is a cunning green-skinned person with a very clever mind. It doesn’t matter whether the big golden guy really likes Brother Mao or not. Now he didn't expect to defeat the opponent, so he 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. past. 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 Gasski. His head and a pair of big teeth rushed out, with golden laser lights flashing on his shoulders, and electric arcs exploding randomly on the machete in his hand. Baraboo took a closer look and inhaled the stench in the hallway.
Wow, isn’t this his 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, 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 him happily. The big chop in the hand.
"I was thinking that we should not take this matter back a little bit..." Barabu broke out in a cold sweat.
"No, no!" Daraz shouted, a trace of cruelty that was unfamiliar to the beast flashed in his enlarged eyes, "I thought it was bad! We will turn around and vote for the big golden bird today. Dude! ”
"Chengchengcheng, we will surrender now..."
Barabu's retreat made Daraz grow bigger, and a tsunami-like cry swept through the entire Goge Stinky Ship, a wave Almost rolling over the skull flag hanging outside the ship, Barabu felt that he had become inexplicably 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.
Bless me, brother, 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 is wrapped in a bandage. 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.
After the machine was dismantled by him using his first Imperial chainsword instead of an Invite steel blade, the orks seemed suspicious of their leader. 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 except to prove that our 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 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 one to swear oaths to new recruits, or Local - The improvement of many domestic supply systems has also been suspended, which directly resulted in many seemingly insignificant water seepage points in drainage pipes not being repaired.
In the report, when a bunch of squirming micro green skins suddenly crawled out of the floor of the energy room, the mortals on duty were so frightened that they swept plasma on the floor for twenty minutes and tried to smoke them away by burning promethium. The stench filled the energy room.
"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 think The green skins don't grow big here, and there is no harm except eating rats. Can you disinfect them yourself? Use your psychic powers to scan the space fortress thousands of kilometers in diameter on an atomic scale. I look like that golden psychic power. 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 will be a long job, brother. Perhaps too long. Only your Legion can solve it."
The mysterious proliferation of greenskin spores in the Phalanx's laboratories has alarmed the Iron Lord Exhausted, he finally begins to develop truly tragic empathy for Magnus, who occasionally descends into hair-pulling frenzy during the experiment. 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?
Donne opened his eyes, not because he decided what to contact Perturabo, but because Aeolus shouted a report at the door.
“The Orcs have re-emerged from the subspace.” Aeolus Network reported, “They did not escape, and the coordinates they emerged are the same as when they left. In addition, their old flags have been replaced, and their ships are painted The equipment 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 blasphemous 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 painting is changed to Gold and red plaid. At the same time, we received a voice message from the other party. "Play the recording." Dorn simply ordered.
Aeolus took out the data pad.
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 heart of the original body. 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 became real. of and fungi are relegated to the same level.
After a second, he made a decision.
"Send the message, I am happy to take them with me... waaagh. I hope to meet them on the planet 55N-1, attaching the planet coordinates." He selected a planet in the Inwit subordinate area A planet with no traces of human habitation and whose only resources are low-value rocks and thin vegetation. "At the same time, once the orcs arrive at 55N-1, they will immediately prepare to launch cyclone torpedoes on it."
(End of this chapter)