Chapter 205 Research Object
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A few days later.
Amidst the rolling sand, Gusa, wearing a white robe, slowly walked to the top of the mountain, looking at the human fortress in the distance.
Looking around, countless similar people are attacking the only territory belonging to humans on the planet, and the fortress looks like it changes dramatically almost every day or even every hour.
The fortress grew larger and larger until it seemed beyond the confines of a fortress.
"Xia Mi's defense capabilities and territory are increasing day by day." Gusa commented in a deep voice, slightly sad.
"They just want to contain us on this planet." Hiss Fart said, "Hiss. It doesn't matter, this has nothing to do with us."
Gusa's eyes changed from The fortress was transferred to the same type.
The same kind that attack the fortress are no longer the backward tribal beasts with machetes. They begin to use more advanced weapons, equipped with armor, guns, and even large armored vehicles.
Gusa could also see a Goge Kong. The war machine slowly approached the defensive wall and penetrated deep into the void shield. It was then intercepted by a very cool-looking shrimp war machine and finally destroyed.
Godly Titan.
Gusa knew that Xiami called that war machine, and it belonged to the green-skinned butcher.
Once upon a time in a battle in the desert, the God King Titan appeared, fought with Goge King Kong, and finally won the battle.
At that time, the other beasts were stupid enough to think that they could just build a bigger, bigger, more WAAAGH machine and just trample Butcher to death, but as a result... Butcher's war machine was even more WAAAGH.
"You are here."
A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Gusa and Hissing Fart quickly turned around and looked back.
On a small mound nearby, the green-skinned butcher stood on it.
The huge power armor that is nearly six meters high, the scars left in the legendary battle, and the head of the warlord hanging on the waist, all indicate the guy in the power armor. Although it is a shrimp, it is definitely the WAAAGH and most exciting shrimp.
“Here we come.” Gusa nodded and walked towards the soil bag.
This place is about two kilometers away from the fortress. It is a place in a deep pit similar to an open-air cave environment. It is far away from any strategic points outside the fortress, and no beasts or shrimps will come here.
Two days ago, a smart boy who drove a new siege weapon and prepared to try it out made a mistake and blew up this perfect secret meeting place.
“In my impression, after your warlord died, you would stop for a while, but why did you start attacking again less than two hours after I killed the warlord holding the double sword? ?”
Qin Xia asked.
Gusa looked up at the green-skinned butcher.
The green-skinned butcher was just like the last time they met in the crypt, leaning on his battle ax and condescending, his tone was not contemptuous but also disrespectful. In short, it was like a boss asking a question to a kid.
While Gusa was in a daze, Hiss Fart had already started to explain: "That... hiss... the warlord you killed was born on this planet... hiss... and we The warlord who gave the general the lightsaber the night we first met... hiss... was an outsider like me and Gusa."
The gifted, transformed Fart spoke as fluently as ever. , when talking to the green-skinned butcher, a member of the shrimp race, it also tried not to use those green-skinned words that sounded annoying.
Except for the "hiss" that it really can't correct.
"So it was the foreign warlord who replaced the warlords who fought hard on this planet?" Qin Xia said, "Then it is normal that you did not take much time to launch the attack again."
"It was you who killed the warlords who gradually rose up through fighting on this planet...hiss...that outsider just picked up the slack..." Fart rubbed his palms with a sly smile on his face.
Being praised by a fart or a green skin does not make Qin Xia happy, but this fart is very special.
"..." Qin Xia was silent for a moment.
Seeing that the butcher stopped talking and that he could not see his expression through the helmet that looked like the head of a warlord beast, he wondered if he had flattered him in the wrong place or at the wrong time. .
When Fart Jing was confused, Qin Xia slowly raised the sharper battle ax with his right hand and put it on Gu Sa's shoulder.
Fart was shocked and panicked.
Gusa didn't react at all, but he glanced sideways at the ax blade.
“So you also know what is going on with that warlord, and you also know that your green-skinned master just kills the smaller ones to bring up the bigger ones, so why don’t you fulfill the tasks I gave you before?”
"That orbital bombing beacon."
"Why not use it to blow up the stronger warlord."
Qin Xia asked coldly, her hands a little stronger.
Gusa was also wearing power armor. The armored shoulders resisted the ax blade, but when the butcher exerted slight pressure, the shoulder armor was dented. As the force of the battle ax transmitted to Gusa's body, he was forced to kneel. Come down.
“We can’t see it at all.” Gusa’s low roar was filled with helplessness and fear, “We don’t want to fight with you at all, because we were expelled and want to kill you. Go back. If there is a chance to kill the warlord who calls all the beasts to fight here, we will do it already."
These beasts attacking the Onus sector have been expelled.
Gusa once again indirectly stated this matter.
However, Qin Xia had long confirmed that these beasts were related to the Ullanor Empire, so he did not specifically ask about them.
“Why can’t you see it?”
Qin Xia asked.
“You should have your own tribe now. You should be a warrior-level beast now.”
“Two warlords fought each other before, but now one warlord is dead. Another automatic filler, how could it not want to unify you and ride on your neck to command you? ”
"No chance to see it? I think you still don't take my matter seriously."
As he said that, Qin Xia put down his battle ax and raised his giant claw to strangle Gusa's throat.
Gusa was slowly lifted up.
The story of the green-skinned butcher killing the warlord has spread throughout the planet. Originally, the spread would not have been that fast, but the green-skinned technology is progressing and developing rapidly. Not only did they create portals but also More advanced communication equipment.
More advanced and efficient communication methods allowed the greenskins to quickly learn that the warlord had been killed, and the greenskins butcher's thoughts became more and more outrageous during the communication with each other. As the iconic equipment of the green-skinned butcher, the power armor is the most outrageous thing that is considered. It has become extremely powerful, so powerful that it can pinch an orc the size of Gusa like a chicken.
However, in Qin Xia's view, there is another reason for Gusa's weakness at this time.
"Hiss... the warlord who claims to be the King of Beasts... hiss... he will invite Gusa to the capital in three days... He refused to meet with Gusa before, and I don't know why he changed his mind. ..."
Hiss Fart eagerly explained for his partner.
“Capital?” Qin Xia was a little confused.
"A settlement built in a cave... hiss... looks almost like a slum..." Hiss fart continued to explain, "It learned from the most powerful and powerful Urak to proclaim himself emperor, and also learned from Urak. Lark built a capital...hiss..."
Qin Xia released his grip on Gusa's neck.
Urak. Emperor of the Ullanor Greenskin Empire.
It established a new order for the greenskins among the greenskins with a chaotic hierarchical management system. A unifier and a kingdom emerged among the greenskins who were conquering in chaos like primitive people and ancient barbarians.
The greenskins began to follow Urak's example.
Qin Xia interpreted this information from the hissing words.
"Where are the Ada people?" Qin Xia mentioned another thing, "Those pointed ears, what are they doing."
"They are fighting with us." This time it was Gu Sa said, "I led the beasts to fight with them the day before yesterday. They were just beaten like turtles hiding in their shells and did nothing."
Qin Xia nodded. Thinking that this was consistent with the information he had learned, Gusa was not lying.
"My lord...hiss...when Gusa and I meet with the warlord, we will use the orbital bombardment beacon to blow it up." Hiss fart said.
"What do you think is the chance of successfully blowing it up?" Qin Xia asked.
Hiss Fart was really thinking about this question seriously, and then answered: "Seven or eighty percent. Hiss. It has some protective equipment, I heard."
" So to be on the safe side, you turn on the orbital beacon first, and I and others will form a beheading team to teleport over, and I will handle the rest myself," Qin Xia said.
Hiss Fart nodded. Whether or not the warlord is killed has nothing to do with its own interests.
Qin Xia thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill the donkey?"
"Hiss..." Fart thought for a moment, rubbed his palms, his cunning and cunning attitude was evident, "Gusa and I want to gain status in the entire race and achieve some goals... Hiss... to you we It is possible to cooperate...hiss..."
Fart paused, and then said: "Besides, this war will not be the only war, I mean between our race and humans. ...If Emperor Urak will go to war with humans in the future...hiss...Gusa and I will still come in handy..."
Hearing this, Qin Xia nodded.
However, in his opinion, the role Gutha and Hissing Fart may play in the future is not very important. After all, the greenskins are a war-mad race, and it is of little significance to just get some information.
The key is that he wants to test how far Gusa, a green-skinned man with a reputation for fishing, can go.
Gusa is an accident, a collection of many coincidences, made controllable by its fate of never being able to defeat the green-skinned butcher.
A perfect research target.
“Remember, turn on the teleportation beacon and wait for me to teleport over.”
“Or you can dismantle the things used to block perception at the warlord’s location.”
Qin Xia slowly retreated, gradually hiding in the wind and snow.
Hissing Fart stood on Gusa's shoulder, clumsily imitating human salutes.
After confirming that the green-skinned butcher disappeared, Hiss Fart looked at Gusa: "He's not easy to talk to, right. I know you might not..."
Gusa shook his head, " From a young boy to now, I have obtained things and status that I never dreamed of before. It is worth everything I have to pay for it.”
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Two days passed.
After a transport ship arrived in the system, the three Primarchs of Lesser Nuceria and the top brass of their respective Legions gathered at the landing site.
This time it is to welcome the arrival of the original body.
“Fulgrim and Ferrus are each more arrogant than the other.”
“We have brought so many people here to greet them in person, they will definitely put on a show when they arrive, and then The cooperation between our various legions will become a breeding ground for internal conflicts."
"You have to decide whether you want to continue to listen to me or to listen to them in the future."
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Perturabo stared at the slowly landing transport ship in the sky and kept talking.
Angron stood next to Perturabo, Qin Xia stood next to Angron, and the Lord of the Fire Dragon stood on the right side of these two people.
"They both wear the same pair of pants."
Seeing that Angron and Vulkan didn't react at all, Perturabo glanced sideways at Qin Xia and continued to talk.
"Once they come to a consensus, they will definitely think that it is stupid for us to fight a war of attrition with the greenskins on this planet. There is absolutely no need to waste our mortal lives here."
"Then the two of them will lead We can either go directly with the legion, or take Angron and Vulcan, there is nothing we can do."
"..."
Angron turned to look at Pettu. Labo, smiled: "It sounds like Fulgrim and Ferus are more difficult to get along with than you!"
"Humph..." Perturabo rolled his eyes at Angron, "Wait a minute. You will understand when you are forcibly taken away by them like a gangster and watch tens of billions of green skins pouring into all parts of the star."
(End of this chapter)