Chapter 339: Ancient Beastmen Return (Part 1)

"Win, win, win."

"And then lose completely!"

The Talens have almost no language system, nor any means of expression.

Aside from the Chicken Thieves that parasitize the host civilization, the only way the Talens' main body can convey emotion is through the myriad super‑eyes they use for targeting.

And now, under the gaze of Weikete and the Dark Spirit race, the ancient ship, which serves as the core of the Talens' tendrils,

its countless tiny eyeballs are watching the frontline bio‑ship's footage transmitted by the Hive's Will, displaying a "lose completely" emotion.

The Talens truly cannot understand; they have been winning all along, yet why is the biomass decreasing with each battle?

Moreover, it's one thing for the biomass to dwindle, but why do the human‑deployed Beastmen soldiers all look exactly the same, damn it?

I'm not unaware that Green Skin can evolve, and that the more brutal the battle, the more Waaagh, the faster they evolve.

But the problem is, back at Octarius, those Green Skin didn't evolve as quickly as you do.

Of course, I admit that in scale, this place is far grander than Octarius.

In one breath, the Talens deployed two primary tendrils, while the opposite side also formed a direct human‑Beastmen alliance, raising the scale of the war to a new tier.

But the problem is...

The ancient ship thought this and even blinked, refreshed its targeting system, and reconfirmed that the scene it saw was no illusion.

Then, with deeper doubt in its eyes, it stared blankly downward and said:

"But the problem is, why do I always have the illusion of fighting you once, as if I've fought dozens or hundreds of times?"

"Or perhaps my cost yields a single return."

"While your cost yields a hundredfold return!"

The ancient ship, bearing the Hive's Will, felt a surge of frustration at this realization.

The Hive's Will, of course, does not misperceive or err in thought.

For them to blink an eye and refresh their targeting system already shows their greatest insecurity.

When it became clear that it was likely not an illusion—after all, the opposing Beastmen no longer defecated randomly and began to resemble respectable high‑level beings—

the Hive's Will realized it had underestimated this galaxy that birthed humanity; it was far more of a cesspool than imagined.

Thus, even after successfully devouring a galaxy and confidently stepping in, the result was far from the anticipated feast.

It turned out to be merely a sparring partner, training the enemy's troops.

One must know that Ancient Beastmen are not the limit of Green Skin; when the Ancient Saint created the Ancient Beastmen, that was the original design.

Ancient Beastmen are the starting point of Green Skin.

In other words, there is no apex for Beastmen; as long as high‑intensity wars keep escalating, the Beastmen species can continuously upgrade!

Once the Hive's Will understood this, as it looked at the ever‑crazier Beastmen army, its eyes were for the first time bewildered, eclipsing its craving for biomass.

Bewildered by what?

Bewildered by how the hell to fight them!

Indeed, this issue had always been imposed by the Talens onto their enemies.

But this time, it became the Beastmen imposing it on the Talens!

The Talens could not figure out how to defeat the opposing Beastmen...

Learn from Octarius' decapitation?

Do you think the Hive's Will hasn't tried during the stalemate at Sanctuary Star?

But the Norn emissaries sent at great cost were not piled to death by the Black Watch.

They barely broke through the outer defenses, only to be beaten to death by the Black Gold Forbidden Army.

Even if they finally reached the Beastmen leader, they would face a leader nearly on par with Ancient Beastmen, equipped with a blend of human and Beastmen high‑tech gear.

Even if, in the end, various factors led them to actually kill one.

That dead Beastmen leader would soon be replaced by another Beastman from below.

As long as that biggest, one‑armed Beastman who bears Xisi as his surname is alive, any number of Norn emissaries sent is tantamount to delivering that many.

After all, other slightly lower‑rank Beastmen leaders are infinitely close to Ancient Beastmen.

And Xisi's one‑arm is, in the true sense during the 40K era, a completely newly born Ancient Beastman.

Endowed with various augmentations and close guards, when your Norn emissaries arrive, the only possible outcomes are either gentle steaming or fiery stir‑fry!

And now, seeing that not only Xisi's one‑arm has finally entered the gate of Ancient Beastmen, becoming the first re‑emergent Ancient Beastman after countless ten‑thousands of years.

Even the ordinary Beastmen soldiers below have completely shed the Green Skin title, becoming an entirely new Beastmen force.

The ancient ship, under the watch of Weikete and others, bore deep bewilderment and self‑doubt.

It made a choice devoid of emotion, guided solely by boundless rationality.

Then, just as Weikete was about to shift the Talens' focus, more alarm screens suddenly flooded the Bridge of the Doom Shadow.

Seeing these alarm screens, the conspiratorial leaders who had just turned their attention to the ancient ship were momentarily stunned, then all turned back to look at Weikete.

"What does it mean?"

"You want us to see how you gave us a living father who makes the Talens all shut themselves in?"

The conspiratorial leaders stared blankly, and Weikete finally could no longer hold back, inhaling sharply before everyone as he faced the alarm screens:

"How is it that the Talens still..."

"... ran away?!"

Sanctuary Star.

Xisi stood on the Aolake Bridge, watching the Talens bio‑ships recede like a tide in the distance.

Around him, countless staff officers came and went, a growing clamor conveying news that Talens bio‑units on every front were disengaging.

Footsteps hurried through the tangled crowd, and after drawing near Xisi, stopped a short distance away.

First Saint, after repeated confirmation, the Tairen insect swarm is retreating completely.

It's not only the bio‑ship; there are also Tairen war beasts from a dozen frontline worlds.

After gathering the chitin remaining in the void, they converge toward the main body of the tendrils.

Fanluosi's voice came through, slightly excited.

Even after this brief summary, the noisy crowd in the distance froze all at once, then a clear, low cheer could be heard.

Then the crowd's footsteps resumed, moving faster and more forcefully.

The news of the Tairen's full retreat echoed on the Communicator, the voice rising and falling!

There's no choice; they are currently the Empire's two main adversaries.

Although the Dead Spirits of Alert Star are stronger, that doesn't mean the Tairen are easy to defeat.

In reality, the pressure the Tairen exert on humanity is certainly no less than that of the Dead Spirits.

Having fought the Tairen for years on Sanctuary Star, the human troops have been awaiting this day for an unknown length of time.

After Fanluosi finished speaking excitedly, Xisi stood on the Bridge for a long time, his mascot‑like figure, and his shoulders finally relaxed a little.

He did not turn back to reply to Fanluosi immediately; instead, he stepped closer to the portside window, then looked out at the scene beyond Aolake, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Because just outside Aolake, under the stunned and natural terror of the human ships,

a massive, distinctly ancient‑styled orc fleet, aimed directly at Xisi, wielded the orc ancient "Molecular Cannon" that the Ancient Saint had engraved in their genes.

Toward Xisi, toward the galaxy, amid deafening cannon fire......

declaring their return!