Chapter 472

Luode's current stature is very tall; this newborn orc's body, under the effect of Luode's Divine Inner Universe.

Under ample stellar energy supply, it has already reached the limit that orcs can reach; even this body is stronger than the most ancient ancient orcs.

What are ancient orcs! They are combat weapons created by the Ancient Saint Clan, and can even turn the tide of war against the Death-fearing and the Star God Clan, achieving complete victory.

However, unfortunately, the Ancient Saint Clan at that time had already fallen into desperation, and was completely annihilated by the Star God and the thoroughly transformed Space Undead.

However, the Ancient Saint Clan did not install any control devices on them, causing the Ancient Orc Clan to break free from the Ancient Saint Clan's control.

They fully exposed their warlike nature; after the war ended, even the powerful Space Undead Clan lacked the ability to exterminate the ancient orc race at that time, so they chose to temporarily fall into a deep slumber, not emerging for a full sixty million years.

With the passage of time and wars with other races in the universe, the Ancient Orc Clan degenerated into the present-day green-skinned orcs.

Luode's current physique far surpasses that of the ancient orcs back then, and thanks to the boost from Inner Universe energy, Luode's strength can easily blow up a star.

All things considered, this body is still quite good, aside from being somewhat green; Luode pondered for a moment, then took out a bottle of Desperation Potion and also a vial of Hulk Blood brought from the Marvel World, injecting them into his body.

These two technologies from the Marvel World should be able to make this orc's body even more formidable.

After injecting the Desperation Virus, a stream of crimson flowed into the green orc's body.

As for the Hulk Bloodline, it gave this body unimaginable regenerative power and a frenzied attribute.

Under the effect of Inner Universe power, Luode's strength has further increased, his combat power reaching terrifying extremes.

"I wonder how my current combat power compares to the Progenitor developed by the Human Emperor?" Luode muttered to himself, stroking his chin.

The Gene Progenitor is a super-genetic modification created by the Human Emperor, possessing intelligence far beyond ordinary humans, bodily strength, and a special Warp aptitude.

In every aspect it surpasses the limits of what humans can achieve, even being called a demigod; its lifespan is also extended to the extreme, from the birth of the first Progenitor to now over ten thousand years have passed, and to this day no Gene Progenitor has ever died of natural causes.

It was made using his own genes and those of another human female immortal.

However, if the Gene Progenitor is this strong and you can already mass-produce twenty of them, why couldn't you mass-produce more? The Progenitors created ten thousand years ago far surpass the strength of today's space marines, and can even be said to be the strongest humans aside from the Emperor.

However, this artificially created humanoid weapon has not reached the level of blowing up a star; in Luode's view it should belong to the demigod realm, but in terms of combat power it far exceeds demigods.

My current state could be considered the ultimate form of orc genes; strictly speaking, do I count as an orc Progenitor? Humans have their own Progenitor, the final product of genetic adjustment, the strongest and most perfect humans.

Moreover, after the Emperor took the Golden Throne, no new Progenitors would be born anymore; however, Luode feels that even if the Emperor is still alive now, he may not be able to replicate a new Gene Progenitor again.

Because the birth of the Gene Progenitor is likely related to the Warp, the Emperor doesn't know what means he used, making some deal with the Four Chaos Gods in the Warp.

Only after bringing back some things from the Warp did he create twenty Progenitors, and precisely for this reason it was destined that half of the Progenitors would betray.

My current state, thanks to the help of the Desperation Potion and Hulk Blood, my powerful Inner Universe and part of divine power, can be said to far surpass ordinary god-level.

I should now be much stronger than a Gene Progenitor, because in the beastly war, there was an orc warboss who experienced an atavistic phenomenon, approaching infinitely close to an ancient orc.

His combat power is ridiculously heaven-defying; he almost hammered to death a Gene Progenitor, or rather, he already hammered it to death.

It is even said that during the Great Crusade, a peculiar planet gave birth to a mighty orc that gave the Human Emperor a headache.

Just as Luode was thinking, some green bun mushrooms around also began to burst open, and individual green-skinned orcs about two meters tall emerged from within.

Besides these orcs, there are also some small-sized fart sprites, snot worms, and a kind of snotling beast.

"WAAAGH!"

"WAAAGH!"

Just after being born, all the orcs excitedly waved their fists and then began to shout 'wah-wah-wah'.

This strange atmosphere even infected Luode standing nearby; not knowing what was happening, a feeling of joy that is hard to describe in words suddenly welled up in his heart.

It seems as long as you shout that 'wah!' then nothing matters; as long as you can 'wah!' WAAAGH! rise up, that's enough! However, with absolute rationality plus the aid of the Divine Inner Universe, Luode still quickly suppressed the urge of this body to dig together with those orcs.

"Big Chunk! Big Chunk!" At that moment an orc also saw Luode; at this time Luode maintained his state of being over six meters tall.

Among all the orcs, he counts as a colossal giant. (Here I'll explain: so that everyone can understand, I won't use some English words, directly using translated terms.) "Roar!" Luode let out a roar; all the orcs seemed to have their souls shaken, instantly kneeling on the ground, not even daring to look directly at Luode with their eyes.

That is a soul's fear, a fear coming from the genes, a fear deep in the bones.

"Warboss! Warboss!" Suddenly an orc led the shout, and a group of newborn orcs also followed suit.

The green-skinned orcs of the Warhammer World are a very special kind of creature; even when just born, their minds automatically generate some information, such as the tech-savvy lad who makes his own weapons, the ordinary ork lad, the assault gun lad, the melee lad! The pain-relief lad for healing, etc.

The division of labor is extremely clear; the big-chunk green-skinned ork lad serves as the main driving force of war, being the main body of the entire group.

The small-sized fart sprite serves as an auxiliary race, providing various services and logistics for the orcs.

Even the food problem has been solved; the mushrooms growing around can serve as food for both fart sprites and orcs, and the similarly grown snotling beast can also serve as food, even as a mount.

The title Warboss is an extremely special designation among the orc populace; when an orc performs outstandingly in battle, or slays an existence much stronger than himself, he will earn the worship of other orcs.

A WAAAGH stance will then arise; this is a very special wonderful stance that allows orcs to develop rapidly, making their bodies taller and stronger, and such orcs are called Warbosses.

When a group of wild green-skinned orcs are born, they will, driven by instinctual genes, immediately start fighting until they beat each other and produce a war boss.

Or, if there is already a war boss nearby, they will come over and recruit this batch of newly born green-skinned youngsters into their troop.

This is a very bizarre species, belonging to the kind that gets more numerous the more they fight, and their technology points have also been pushed to an extremely terrifying level, when these green-skinned ones are just born.

They might initially fight you with stones and wooden clubs, but if you fight them for just a few days, you'll discover they might come at you in Gundam mechs and spaceships.

Just-born Luode possesses a huge physique; in the eyes of these orcs he is a war boss! And he is far stronger than an ordinary war boss.

An ordinary war boss is only a little over three meters tall, and even a demon king orc that dominates an entire planet is only five or six meters tall.

Just-born Luode was immediately hailed as boss by these orc youngsters that had sprouted from the fields.

At that moment, a roar of engines came from afar, and dust flew up instantly.

A large group of strong green-skinned orcs arrived in various ramshackle vehicles; a war boss over three meters tall stepped out, obviously the war boss of this region.

They came to harvest the newly born orc youngsters, to have them join their squad.

However, this mission seems a bit different from usual; previously, the orc youngsters born in the fields would already have started fighting, but now these orc youngsters are kneeling before a terrifyingly huge green hulk.

"WAAAGH! I'm the boss! The hulk submits to me." Upon meeting, the war boss facing Luode was not very friendly.

"Hmph!" Luode gave a cold snort, raised his fist, swung it up, and directly pounded the over-three-meter-tall orc war boss into a meat patty.

Behind Luode, a large group of newborn orc youngsters instantly burst into joyful cheers; their boss had won, nothing is more worth celebrating, and even a large group of fart sprites were jumping about.

"WAAAGH! Wah! Wah!"

"War boss! War boss!" The green-skinned orcs that had followed along looked at each other, then naturally raised their weapons and shouted together.

Obviously, in the orcs' society, as long as you are strong and tough enough, you are our boss.

As for who the original boss was, that's unimportant; he's already a failure, or rather, a dead person.

"I am your War Boss; now take me back to the camp." Luode nodded happily, then climbed into the orc boss's vehicle from just now, leading a big gang of orc kids back to the town.

The corpse of the orc boss that Luode just hammered to death is now emitting countless bacterial spores and burying them in the nearby land; soon another batch of orcs will grow.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Accompanied by a tremendous rumbling, Luode, under the leadership of a large gang of green-skinned kids, arrived at the previous War Boss's territory.

This is a huge metal city, or rather a ruined city, inside which all kinds of orcs, green-skinned kids, pain kids, skill tyrant kids, and fart spirits are running all over the ground.

A strange War Boss suddenly appeared in this metal city, immediately attracting the attention of many green-skinned orcs.

There's no way; Luode's physique is truly too huge, these orcs from birth to now have never seen such a gigantic War Boss!

Luode's appearance quickly caused a commotion throughout the city; the orcs' thoughts are very simple, as long as your size is big enough and strong enough.

Then you are a War Boss, and you deserve a WAAAGH!

After entering the orc city, Luode gave a cold snort, directly unleashing his Small Universe aura, simultaneously mixed with Conqueror's Haki.

Instantly, all the orcs in the city felt dizzy, then collectively knelt on the ground; group pressure—nothing works better than Small Universe plus Conqueror's Haki.

"Howl!" An orc over four meters tall, stronger than the dying orc boss Luode just was, charged out.

This orc had one eye blind, his body fitted with some reformed cyberpunk-style mechanical implants, and he held an oversized huge hammer in his hand.

"WAAAGH!!"

Then naturally, Luode hammered to death another, even tougher War Boss, and became the War Boss of this huge metal city.

After receiving recognition from all the orcs in the city, Luode could clearly feel a strange magnetic field emanating from the other green-skinned orcs, acting upon himself.

His height, originally over six meters, grew again to over seven meters.

Under the influence of this strange force field, his strength became greater and stronger, and his speed also faster.

This is the special power possessed by orcs, the WAAAGH Stance; when an orc receives recognition from the group of orcs, he becomes bigger and stronger.

Over the next two days, Luode thoroughly studied this strange stance ability of the orcs.

This is a very miraculous power; whenever orcs feel that an item can be used and can barely exert some effect, this power takes effect.

If enough green-skinned orcs believe that what you say is true, then it can actually become reality.

Luode conducted a small experiment, piecing together a pile of scrap copper and iron into an Iron Man anti-Hulk armor.

It merely looks similar, even lacking an arc reactor inside, and not equipped with any decent weaponry.

Then he summoned all the green-skinned kids, and in front of them explained the capabilities of this anti-Hulk armor, telling them it could be used.

"I think this thing works."

"I think this thing is reliable!" a orc Grand Skill Tyrant said. (This name is really domineering.) Another large gang of green-skinned orc kids, seeing Luode so ferocious, immediately nodded as well.

"We also think this thing works!"

After a large group of green-skinned orcs firmly believed that this thing works and can be used, a miraculous event occurred inexplicably.

A strange force field began to act upon the anti-Hulk armor that Luode just cobbled together from scrap copper and iron, and then then that scrap copper and iron really became usable.

However, this anti-Hulk Mark armor emitted a buzz buzz buzz sound, looking as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Its true combat power cannot compare with the original anti-Hulk armor, and it lacks long-range attack capability.

It can only serve as a large-sized powered armor, but what does it matter? As long as it works, that's fine.

I have to say, my thinking power is really powerful, although it has certain limitations, but it's truly useful!

But the things the orcs produce can only be used by orcs; if other races get hold of these items, they are just a pile of junk.

Moreover, it also comes with all sorts of problems.

"You guys! Hold a feast!" Luode threw his big iron hammer to the ground and shouted loudly.

"Hold a feast! Hold a feast!" A large gang of green-skinned kids immediately howled again.

That night! Luode happily held a grand banquet in the city, celebrating his becoming the boss of this area.

After the banquet ended, Luode immediately, without stopping, led his underling orc kids to the gathering places of other orcs.

After arriving at the enemy's city, a loud roar, wow! WAAAGH!! and the enemies too!

WAAAGH! WAAAGH!

Then Luode waved the Super Power Sword that a Grand Skill Tyrant had just modified in his hand, directly splitting the War Boss before him in half, then chopping him into minced meat.

Who knows why these orcs can make power swords like this! All I can say is that my thinking power is a bit too much of a bug.

While shouting a loud roar at the orcs of the opposing city, he let them join his troops.

All the green-skinned orcs on the entire planet were unified by Luode in just a short month.

After unifying all the green-skinned orcs, some War Bosses who submitted to Luode emerged among the orc masses.

These War Bosses are generally over four meters tall and possess a physique of solid tendon meat.

These War Bosses, grown from his own underlings, Luode generously gave each of us a bottle of Desperation Potion, granting them stronger regenerative ability and the power to control fire.

After completing the unification of the entire planet, the orc stance of the whole planet took effect upon Luode.

His height, originally over seven meters, surged again to become a ten-meter-tall horrifying monster, but Luode still used the power of the Small Universe to restrict his height to over three meters unless necessary, otherwise not using transformation.

Furthermore, he properly demonstrated this transformation ability to all the orcs, to prevent these newly subdued underlings from thinking their boss had suddenly shrunk and then rebelling.

If you cannot maintain strong power, these orcs will not submit to you; orcs absolutely will not submit to the weak.

"Gao Ge, Mao Ge, bless you, boss, can you still change back?"

These green-skinned orcs have two deities, one called Gao Ge, the other called Mao Ge, short for Gao Mao Er Shen. (End of chapter)