Chapter 477: Let the Orc Brat Go Fight the Space Warriors?

I agree, but Battle Team Captain Dante is right—this orc demon lord is unlike any orc we've seen before.

He is a mutation among the orc race, stronger and more powerful, possessing psychic power capable of interplanetary strikes, which among psykers is extremely rare and formidable.

We should properly understand this future opponent," said the Tech-Priest of the Machine Cult.

He shares the same view as Battle Team Captain Dante of the Blood Angels—this orc demon lord is a future potential adversary.

After dealing with the Tyranid swarm, they will have to deal with him next, so we must thoroughly understand this very special orc.

"But Battle Team Captain Dante, you cannot easily leave the Blood Angels—you are now the overall commander here.

If the Blood Angels lose their Battle Team Captain, then all the armies of the Underworld Star System will lose their leadership.

If you merely wish to understand our opponent, I can take this position—let me go! I will thoroughly gather intelligence on this orc demon lord." A captain of the Blood Angels Battle Team spoke up.

The life of the Battle Team Captain is of utmost importance—this concerns not just the Blood Angels' household, but the entire Blood Angels' bloodline!

"No, I don't trust others to go, and I'm only going to negotiate with that orc demon lord—I won't participate in anything else." Battle Team Captain Dante shook his head and spoke.

This matter must be handled by him in person—sending only an ordinary captain won't yield clear intelligence on the orc, and if possible, Dante very much wants to fight this orc to test its strength.

Battle Team Captain Dante of the Blood Angels has lived over 1,600 years; in the entire galaxy, aside from the veterans loaded in Fearless Armour, his age can be said to be unmatched, and his combat experience and life experience are naturally immeasurably rich.

Of course, Chaos Space Warriors blessed by Chaos Daemons don't count—these traitors who pledged to Chaos Daemons, once blessed by daemons, all possess extremely long lifespans, even said to be immortal.

Take Warmaster Abaddon, for example—he was originally just an ordinary star-level warrior captain, but after being blessed by the Four Gods of Chaos, he gained power second only to the Primarchs, and it's said his combat power is not much inferior to that of a Primarch.

Unlike some Imperial civilians, as Battle Team Captain of the Blood Angels, Dante knows some secrets within the Imperium—those Chaos Daemons are not fictional.

Besides the Chaos Daemons and evil gods in the Warp, there are also deities of other species.

The orc race's gods are called Gork and Mork, though the Imperium has always thought these are just orcs boasting about two gods they made up.

But a Gork and Mork Chosen called the Bonebreaker has already appeared before, so another Chosen appearing now is not impossible.

Dante and the Tech-Priest of the Machine Cult roughly agree—this extremely powerful orc demon lord is very likely another Chosen.

"This time we'll send two engineers, four Machine Cult personnel, and four Space Warriors, making ten people total—we'll go together to the orcs' war planet." Dante spoke.

"Understood, Battle Team Captain Your Excellency—I'll go pick out four battle-hardened warriors now; I guarantee they are the best among all." A Blood Angels captain took a deep breath, nodded, and immediately turned and left.

As a veteran Space Warrior who has followed Dante for hundreds of years, he knows that once the team captain decides something, it cannot be changed.

So then, we can only focus on the escort detail—we must pick four of the most veteran Space Warriors, and we'll select them from the first company!

Meanwhile, the Tech-Priest of the Machine Cult also selected four top-tier talents to enter the orcs' war ship together—their primary task is to investigate the ship's exact structure.

If it were just communication, sending a comms device or just two technicians would suffice, but this time their main goal is still to scout the internal structure of the orcs' war planet—how many weapons, troop deployments, etc.

An hour later, Blood Angels Battle Team Captain Dante led a ten-man squad aboard a small starship, flying toward the giant war planet where Luode resides.

Meanwhile, Luode notified his underling orc brat: the human ship arriving later must not attack, and must be allowed to enter the war planet and be brought before him.

The orc chieftain delivering the order nodded and turned away, while in the hall, a large group of orc war bosses looked at Luode with puzzled expressions.

"Boss, why let them in? These humans coming in just want to scout what our war planet actually is." An orc war boss spoke up.

"Exactly! Boss! Even if we choose to cooperate with these shrimps, we only need them to send a psyker over to communicate—no need for all this hassle, or letting a ten-man squad come occupy the place."

"These shrimps have no good intentions—they want to know about our Super Battle Moon."

Orcs are indeed a warlike race, but this doesn't mean the orc race is unintelligent—on the contrary, orcs are quite cunning.

Orcs are very skilled at using various schemes and tricks, not mindless brutes, and the longer an orc lives, the more skilled he becomes at tactics and using schemes.

Humans once thought orcs were a bunch of mindless brutes, stupid fools, so they looked down on the orc race and suffered greatly—and sometimes humans just don't learn, even after suffering, they still don't think orcs are smart.

"I have my own arrangements—you don't need to worry. Prepare yourselves, and give our guests a proper welcome." Luode spoke.

Joke! Ten people wanting to scout the entire war planet—I'll let you stay up there for a year, give you no transport, and you won't even make it out of the topmost steel dome.

You really think this war planet is made of mud? This war planet can be built mainly because of my doing—not because of anything else. I reckon by the power of my thoughts.

During this time, Luode has been researching this orc's bug-level power—the power of my thoughts!

This power is somewhat similar to the Scarlet Witch's Chaos magic or the Reality Gem—a power that can distort reality, turn the false into the true.

However, in terms of level, it still falls short of the Scarlet Witch's Chaos magic—individual orcs simply cannot match these two, but if the orc numbers are sufficient, this power can be infinitely strengthened.

Not to say, the Old Ones really created a very formidable warlike species.

Soon a squad of Space Warriors, you brought them to Luode's residence in the giant palace—inside this palace, Luode sat alone on the throne, with over thirty super-strong war bosses standing beside him.

Each is about six meters tall—these orcs have been strengthened by Luode, possessing extremely abnormal physical strength, plus the regenerative ability of the Plague Virus and fire power.

After entering the hall, Blood Angels Battle Team Captain Dante walked at the front, four Space Warriors on the outermost flanks, surrounding the two Machine Cult priests and two comms personnel in the center.

Upon reaching Luode's presence, Dante stepped forward and performed an Imperial salute toward him.

"Finally meeting face to face, mighty orc war demon lord Luode." Dante looked at the green-skinned figure seated on the throne before him, furrowed his brow, and thought to himself—this is somewhat different from what I imagined!

The opponent's build is indeed very tall—estimated to be somewhat taller than an ordinary Space Warrior, but not towering, and this height among orcs.

It can only be considered fairly strong—compared to the large group of war bosses over six meters tall standing in the hall, he's practically just a little radish head.

By rights, in the orc race, such height would only get him a minor war boss position—how did this guy rise to demon lord status?

And how did he make such a large group of super-strong war bosses submit to him? In his somewhat frail-looking body, just how much power does he actually contain?

Or perhaps, his physical strength isn't that great—he's able to command these powerful orc war bosses because of his own formidable psychic power.

From the moment they met, Dante began analyzing Luode's power.

"Are you their leader?" Luode looked at the somewhat aged Space Warrior before him and spoke.

"Yes, Demon Lord Your Excellency, I am Dante, Battle Team Captain of the Blood Angels, and I am responsible for this negotiation.

And these people behind me are the comms personnel who will soon be stationed in your fortress—four Space Warriors for escort, and the several Machine Cult priests here are assistants." Dante gestured to his retinue behind him and spoke.

"Hahaha! In my war fortress, your comms personnel will be perfectly safe—indeed, they won't even need escort, and if anyone truly could break through my defenses here and enter my command chamber, then your four Space Warriors couldn't protect them anyway." Luode spoke.

"Hahaha! If enemies could get in here, these four tin cans would be useless."

"These tin cans can't compare to our orcs."

"Exactly! The strength of these tin cans isn't that great."

Hearing this, the four Space Warriors visibly grew angry, stepped forward together, glared at Luode, and also at his large group of war bosses behind him.

They are the Space Marines of the Blood Angels Chapter, the Emperor's Angels of Death, the Adeptus Astartes, the most elite force in the Imperial military, with combat power second only to the Emperor's own Imperial Guard.

They are the main force to deal with these enemies of the Imperium, and the number of various xenos slain by their hands is countless.

"The warriors I have selected are all battle-hardened veterans, each having served for over 200 years, and it is no exaggeration to say they have seen a hundred battles.

If you do not believe me, you can come down and test their strength yourself, and let them feel the power of the Ork Warboss, what do you think?" said Dante, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels.

One of his goals in coming here is to test the combat power of this Ork Warboss, to see if he is as strong as he claims, and whether he can match the Primarch.

"The shrimps have challenged us! WAAAGH! Orks ready for battle."

"WAAAGH!!" A large group of Ork Warbosses in the hall immediately waved their weapons and began to roar loudly.

As a top-tier warlike race, if an enemy comes to challenge them, they must respond in such a situation, but it is not Luode who must respond, rather it is these Ork Warbosses under his command who must respond.

Luode waved his hand, signaling all the Warbosses under him to quiet down.

"You mean you want to challenge me, right?" Luode asked with a smiling squint.

"Exactly, mighty Ork Warboss Lord Luode! Please come down personally and give some instruction to these four useless lackeys of mine!

I guess they might not last two moves in your hands before being knocked down, but for them, this is also a valuable combat experience." said Dante, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels.

Come on! Savage Ork, you dare to compare yourself to the great Human Emperor? I estimate you haven't even seen a Primarch, after all they have vanished, vanished into death, millions of years ago.

Those fallen demonic Primarchs have also never appeared more than a few times in the real universe.

These Space Marines are inferior copies of the Primarchs; let them come and test your strength!

"Such small fry don't need the boss to act; let me come and properly teach these four big shrimps in tin cans a lesson!" said an Ork Warboss.

"That's right, your four tin cans down there aren't qualified to fight our boss; we can easily deal with them." said another Ork Warboss.

"Then what about adding me? Adding me, this old fellow who has lived over 1600 years, to challenge the Warboss's power together?" said Dante.

At this moment, Dante had already suppressed his own anger, as Luode repeatedly claimed to match the Human Emperor, which is an insult to the entire human race.

Even if he had to join forces with the enemy, he intends to properly teach this Ork who knows no bounds a lesson.

Don't think that relying on psychic power allows you to call yourself king and hegemon; the Emperor's psychic power is the foremost in the entire real universe, even approaching the four Chaos Gods.

"Hahaha! Since you want to play, then I'll play with you properly!

Go find four Ork Battle Boyz, make them master Haki and the power of rage." Luode said to an Ork Warboss beside him.

During this time of sailing through the universe, Luode has already used his power to upgrade the entire Ork race.

This upgrade method is to directly pour the Despair Virus onto the Orks' fields, so that newborn Ork Boyz gain the potency of the Despair Virus.

These newborn Orks are stronger and taller than the original Greenskin Orks, and possess the power to manipulate fire and regenerate.

Moreover, Luode has also used special means to let a large portion of elite Ork Boyz learn Armament Haki.

And the Way of the Warrior from the World of Azeroth, the power of rage, the Ork race—no matter which universe they are in as warriors, they are absolutely the most qualified.

The Ork Warboss nodded, immediately rose and left, and soon four Ork Boyz wearing only tattered armor and holding large axes were brought over.

"WAAAGH! WAAAGH! Warboss, Warboss!" The four Ork Boyz, upon seeing Luode, immediately raised their axes and shouted.

These Ork Boyz, from the moment they were born, have undergone strict training; they must learn two powerful skills: one is to turn their bodies into black power, the other is to ignite their bodily rage, emitting crimson battle aura.

This rage power that greatly enhances their own combat strength quickly became popular among the Ork race.

Whether ordinary Ork Boyz, Ork Warbosses, or Ork Warboss big bosses, all will learn this powerful new force.

"You few listen well, our guest wants to spar with you.

In a moment, you four will exchange blows with these four big tin cans, and I hope you don't embarrass yourselves." Luode pointed to the Space Marine standing nearby and said.

These Space Marines are about 2.3 to 2.4 meters tall, tall and sturdy beyond compare.

Even taller than these Ork Boyz by a head, wearing the powerful Mark VII Eagle-pattern Power Armor.

Holding boltguns and chainswords, they are thrown onto the battlefield, each capable of killing hundreds of Ork Boyz without a single hair harmed.

Merely sending out four Ork Boyz to fight them is nothing short of a great insult, which has made the four Space Marines of the Blood Angels quite annoyed.

"Forgive my bluntness, Great Warboss Lord. You probably haven't witnessed the power of Space Marines; each of my Space Marines can easily defeat over a thousand of your Ork Boyz." said Dante, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, also somewhat speechless.

Sending these four Ork grunts to deal with Space Marines—have you got it wrong?

Shouldn't their opponents be the Starstriders?

"Hahaha! If your four lackeys win, then you may freely tour my War Fortress.

No matter where, you may come and go as you please, even draw a detailed map if you wish." Luode directly offered a condition Dante could not refuse.

"In that case, your four Ork Boyz are not so lucky.

You four will play with these four Ork Boyz, no ranged weapons allowed, only chainswords.

Chop off their hands and feet, just don't kill them." Dante said, looking at his four Space Marines.

Facing four ordinary Ork Boyz, the Space Marines could tear them apart barehanded even without power armor, this is a completely mismatched battle. (End of Chapter)