Chapter 147 The Big Golden Guy

Baraboo watched with annoyance as the spring-footed boy jumped 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.

Gasski kept nagging him day after day, still thinking about his nonsense brother to bless him, but as anyone with a brain bigger than Xiami’s little flashlight knows, Gasski couldn’t see our brother’s light for a long time. The big face plate on the door panel.

Otherwise, how could they always lose?

Day after day, two ships of green-skinned gadgets were smashed into Jin Xiami's big ball of light every day. The green-skinned fields they had planted on several planets were also burned clean, and the bacteria's brains were all burned. When the shrimps are done, their shrimps will be more ruthless to their own family than their 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 him, wouldn't the greenskins know that he had been notified?

He slapped the table and jumped up. Just as he was about to catch the frightened boy who clumsily jumped onto the top of the spacecraft's headlight, put it in his mouth and chew it, when he saw Daraz trembling out from nowhere. , "Boss, stop gathering, the golden shrimp waaagh is coming in!"

"What the hell? A big shrimp can do waaagh. If you don't know how to use Scooter's words, just get the fuck out of here and burn yourself in the gas tank of the car." Barabu cursed and roared. , carrying the new group of big sprays and lying down by the window.

The big shrimp he picked up from the paw of the little shrimp under the big shrimp's hand originally couldn't spray fire no matter how hard he pressed it. Later, the wrench boy on the boat painted it red with the blood of the little shrimp, and it immediately started to fire. Spraying 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 a grunt's calf, came out from the microphone above his head: "Our glorious escape this time was part of my cunning plan." It’s all part of the plan, you know?”

"This slug is part of some plan!" Baraboo yelled angrily into the microphone, "You don't have a golden shrimp waaagh!"

Goge's most stinking number jolted hard, slamming Baraboo against the wall, causing a green skin to chew on the wall. His eyes seemed to be blurred by bright stars, flashing in random directions, on the right His iron-clad shoulders also crashed into some rotten bones. When he got up, he realized that this colorful spring boy had just been crushed into a small cake by accident.

"What's the use of being so angry like this," Daraz muttered, "The energy weapons from the shrimp cans hit our skulls, and the golden shrimps were so big that it looked like they were stuck to his hair. ”

"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 illuminated Brother Gao, who looked big and golden, and Brother Mao, who looked big and golden...

etc! 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 under his hand was also rushing forward, even if he broke an arm or leg. He is more ferocious than us. Then the Xiami Emperor in any legend is definitely not as awesome as him."

Daraz 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's this if it's not shrimp?" Daraz was surprised and covered his lower teeth with his huge upper teeth.

"What if you think about it?" Another jolt of Goge's most stinking voice threw Barabu against the window. The messy cables electrified him and sparks flew out, and a stick-like detonator exploded in front of his eyes. , 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!" Daraz howled.

Baraboo shouted excitedly, and became silly and happy: "Yes! Second brother, come on, our minds have been confused by that bastard fart of Gasskiy Big Toe! What kind of little human being is that? Xiami, think carefully about it, that’s our Brother Mao’s big golden dick!”

"Then why isn't he green?"

"You don't care if he's green or not, just say he's waaagh or not!"

"waaaaagh!"

"Overthrow Gaskey Big Toe!"

"Overthrow Gaskey Big Toe!"

"Follow the big golden guy warboss!"

"Follow the big golden guy warboss!"

"Hurry up and spread our clever news, we can't let that cunning guy Gaskey fool us again!"

"Hurry up..."

Dalaz was thrown out of the door by Barab and fell hard on his butt. He stood up in a hurry, howling that the big golden guy was the warboss and waaagh in the most stinky account of Goge.

Not long after, Barab heard cheers coming from all directions. Sometimes the big golden guy was the greenest, sometimes Daraz was the coolest, and sometimes Barab was the coolest. It seems that after fighting with the big golden guy and his lemon yellow iron shell army at close range for so many greenskins, more and more smart greenskins have seen through the truth. Barab puffed out his chest in satisfaction, feeling as if he had grown half a circle bigger.

Actually, he had some plans in mind. Barab was a cunning greenskin with a very good brain. Regardless of whether the big golden guy really liked Brother Mao, he didn't expect to beat him at the moment. He might as well take advantage of the opportunity, build momentum, pull Gaskey's big toe out of the big iron lump, replace it, and then run away.

He did it right away. He rushed out the door with his big gun, and rushed towards the command room of the wreckage in the sea of ​​greenskins who were cheering as if the big exercise had just ended. Damn it, today is a blessing from Brother Mao.

When he was halfway through, a loud shout that could blow the roof off suddenly rang out from his destination, and then a strange yet familiar big greenskin rushed out with Gaskey's head and a bunch of big teeth, with golden laser lights flashing on his shoulders and arcs of electricity exploding on the big axe in his hand. Barab took a closer look and took a deep breath of the stench in the corridor.

Wow, isn't this his Daraz?

I saw Daraz happily parading around the corridor with a group of big and small greenskins who were more excited than each other, and he was shouting rhythmically that the golden big guy was too strong, Mao Ge was the best in the world, and the golden big guy disguised in a pile of shrimps was too cunning and fierce. This was the real perseverance guy, the awesome big boss, which made Barab stunned.

The key point is, when did this his Daraz become taller and stronger than him? This is not right!

"Golden big guy! Golden big guy! Golden big... Barab, you are here! Let's vote for the super waaaagh golden big guy together!" Daraz happily waved the big axe in his hand.

"I think we should put this matter off for a while..." Barab was sweating.

"No, no!" Daraz shouted, and a trace of cruelty that was unfamiliar to the beasts flashed in his enlarged eyes, "I think it's not good! Let's go back and vote for the golden big guy today!"

"Okay, okay, we'll vote now..."

Barab's retreat made Daraz even bigger, and the tsunami-like shouts swept across the entire Gogo's most stinky ship. A wave almost swept over the head flag hanging outside the ship, and Barab felt that he had become inexplicably smaller.

In any case, now is not the time to stay any longer. He used his cunning brain and rushed to Gaskey's room while the orcs were waaagh away. After searching for a long time, he found a teleporter and pressed it down.

Brother Go, please help me. Can you teleport him back to his original tribe? He has to run away quickly, and then spread the news that there is a super golden giant who is so powerful that he even... even ate our top greenskin warlord in one go to the whole galaxy to warn the descendants of the millions and billions of orcs! This opponent is really formidable!

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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 shirt and straight trousers, thinking about the next battle alone.

His arm was wrapped in bandages. Rogal Dorn was injured in the last battle with the orcs' heavily armored giant machine with cannons and high-powered energy weapon arrays on both sides, proving that he still needs experience on the battlefield of the future Great Expedition.

After the machine was dismantled by him with the Imperial Chainsword, which he used for the first time instead of the Invit Steel Blade, the orcs seemed to have doubts about their leader. Coupled with the living forces he had previously annihilated in the universe, the enemy's large force finally sneaked into the subspace and escaped. This was not good news, he had to think about how to pursue.

In addition, the delivery of a new batch of casualty lists, except for proving that the communication of the party was still working properly, was obviously not a good thing.

He closed his eyelids briefly, ready to call the astropath later and contact Perturabo once.

In the weeks since he left the Phalanx, Morse and Perturabo proved that some powerful chemical agents, such as the saliva and gastric juice of the Astartes, could successfully kill the greenskin spores.

But they also proved that Rogal Dorn had accidentally made the same mistake as his captain.

In order to prepare for the battle, not only the construction of some ceremonial places on the Phalanx was stopped - such as the Oath Temple that Dorn had conceived for a long time, he hoped to have a place to swear an oath to the recruits, or - the improvement of many life supply systems was also suspended, which directly led to many water seepage points in the drainage pipes that seemed insignificant at ordinary times not being repaired.

In the report, when a bunch of squirming micro-greens suddenly crawled out of the floor of the energy room, the mortal on duty was so scared that he swept the floor for 20 minutes of plasma and tried to smoke out the stench in the energy room by burning promethium.

"I can't stand it anymore." Morse's voice seemed to echo in his ears again. The black-robed craftsman began to be unable to bear it after cleaning one of the four quadrants of the Mountain Phalanx. "I see that the greens here can't grow big, and there is no harm except eating mice. Can you disinfect them yourself? Using psychic power to scan a space fortress with a diameter of thousands of kilometers at the atomic scale, do I look like the golden psychic emperor?"

At that time, Rog Dorn swallowed the objection that some mortals could not distinguish between micro-greens and mold, because Perturabo's tired and sharp eyes pierced through the data board from a thousand miles away. "This will be a long job, brother. Perhaps too long. Only your Legion can solve it."

The mysterious spread of greenskin spores in the laboratories of the Phalanx has exhausted the Iron Lord. He finally began to have real tragic empathy for Magnus, who was in a frenzy of pulling his hair from time to time during experiments. Why would a Primarch who is more proficient in the construction of large military or civilian facilities use up his last bit of patience in Rogal Dorn's Phalanx biological laboratory?

Dorn opened his eyes, not because he decided the content of the contact with Perturabo, but because Aeolus shouted the report at the door.

"The orcs have reappeared from the warp." Aeolus reported, "They did not flee, and the coordinates of the emergence are the same as when they left. In addition, their old flags have been replaced and the ship's paint has been changed."

The report of the former commander of the Seventh Legion was stuck here, which quickly attracted Rogal Dorn's attention. There are not many things that can make a veteran who has experienced many battles in the Unification War lose his composure in the report.

"What is the specific situation?" Dorn asked calmly and forcefully, using the calmness hidden in his words to comfort his captain.

"The new blasphemous flag is green with a bone-white orc head and a yellow Astartes fist pattern painted on it." Aeolus replied, "and the ship's paint job has been changed to a gold and red checkered color. At the same time, we received a voice message from the other side."

"Play the recording." Dorn gave a simple order.

Aeolus took out the data board.

A heavy and loud voice with many swallows and vague consonants, and a strange voice with ups and downs came from the data board. I don't know when this orc learned Gothic, but he must not have learned it well.

"Golden big guy! Our real warboss!" The orc roared excitedly, "We respect you! Can we follow you? You are the real waaaghboss in our hearts!"

The muscles on Rog Dorn's face froze for a moment, and confusion flashed across his light-colored eyes.

At this moment, countless conjectures flew through the Primarch's mind, such as the orcs pretending to surrender and making him underestimate the enemy, the orcs wanting to infiltrate the empire, the orcs encountering other threats, or the orcs' brains finally really degraded to the same level as fungi.

A second later, 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, attach the planet coordinates." He chose a planet with no traces of human habitation in the Invert subordinate area, and the only resources were low-value rocks and sparse vegetation. "At the same time, once the orcs arrive at 55N-1, prepare to launch cyclone torpedoes at them immediately."