Chapter 341: Dead Spirits! The Ancient Beastmen Have Returned!

Quickly, the Yunxuji flew through the endless seas of ships on both sides, and then, under the great Waaagh and the continuous flashes of multicolored artillery fire, descended toward the ground.

The Sanctum Star, as a fortress world, exists solely for military purposes.

So even though Xisi brought a massive land‑force reinforcement and the Orc legions swelled to an incalculable number in a short burst,

the Sanctum Star still provided a venue for Xisi, Volgan and others to hold a parade.

When the Yunxuji left the orderly fleet in orbit, the ground had already become a vast sea of troops.

Although there were no civilians serving as cheerleaders on either side, the tops and perimeters of the armies were filled with Servo Skulls and machine servitors used for photographic recording.

As the first step for Xisi to turn the galaxy's cesspit around, the Empire's Propaganda Department is employing the highest standards, doing everything possible to produce high‑quality promotional videos.

Thus, in this display of overwhelming military might that instills boundless confidence, the Propaganda Department's attitude is even more enthusiastic than that of the soldiers marching in the parade.

As the Yunxuji carrying Xisi slowly descended from the sky to the ground, its specially designed cabin opened, and Xisi's figure seated on the throne appeared before the crowd.

The Black Watch and the Astra, and even the Star Realm Army of Sanctum Star, were about to raise their weapons and shout, when a wave‑like thunderous war‑cry, in an extremely orderly rhythm, washed over the surface wave after wave.

Even though it was still a Green Skin Waaagh, hearing the deafening roar that shook the entire Sanctum Star, the Star Realm Army—and even some Black Watch who had only just joined—could not associate this Waaagh with the Waaagh they once faced as opponents, the Green Skin's Waaagh.

Because the sound contained no chaos or clamor, but was instead extremely short and rhythmic.

Many of the orators, seeing this, hurried to have the mortal soldiers beside them join the cheers, hoping to prove their loyalty to Xisi.

But even the combined shouts of Astra and mortals, amounting to only a few million, even if they strained their throats to the breaking point, could not match the sheer volume of the Orc legions that covered the entire Sanctum Star.

Some Orcs even became more roused upon discovering that someone still dared to compete over who revered Xisi's father more.

So that when Xisi descended to examine the Orc legions' ground forces, he couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly and, without leaving a trace, used his divine power to shield his ears.

Volgan, Fanluosi and the others employed every possible trick to protect their own ears.

Then, amid the shouts that made the very air tremble, Xisi's gaze swept past the eager orators and fell upon the Orc army that now dominated the Sanctum Star.

They were no longer merely naked or clad only in a shabby, somewhat useful broken iron‑skin armor.

The Orc legion standing before Xisi now wore full‑body iron‑blue steel armor.

Thanks to the Orcs' robust physiques, their armor required no power‑driven devices or the like.

The Orcs only needed a simple alloy armor to transform into a 'little Astra'.

This dramatically reduced cost allowed the Mechanical Church and the Empire to barely meet the Orcs' equipment needs.

The first thing that caught Xisi's eye at that moment was the boundless sea of Orc soldiers clad in iron‑blue armor.

The weapons they wielded were no longer the assorted Trash Guns.

Instead, they bore a variety of resonant guns and super chainsaw swords that combined Imperial and Orcish features.

There was no choice: although it was Orc technology, the rapid surge in troops forced the Orc tech to rely on the Empire's production capacity to materialize.

Fortunately, with the assistance of the 'wise kid', the Mechanical Church didn't need to waste time first mastering this technology.

The 'wise kid' is the ancient fart spirit.

Just as the ultimate form of Green Skin is called Ancient Beastmen, the ultimate form of the fart spirit is the 'wise kid'.

Although these 'wise kids' are not truly the complete ancient form, their size and appearance have become considerably more normal.

They can now begin to re‑reshape Orc technology that once engraved the Ancient Saint's inscription into their genes.

Even after Xisi questioned his own one‑armed condition, he was met with a starkly contrasting reality.

The truth was that these fart spirits, who had degenerated to the lowest tier of Green Skin society, were actually the true leaders of Orc civilization during the ancient 'wise kid' era, their roles being leaders and engineers.

Not the 40K Green Skin model where leadership is entirely Green Skin.

This made Xisi, upon seeing the gaps in the Orc legion where 'wise kids' still bore traces of fart‑spirit features, wonder what they would become once fully matured.

Soon, as Xisi rode the roaring Waaagh that engulfed the entire Sanctum Star, he arrived at the Orcs' vehicle formation.

In the endless sea of infantry, the towering vehicles were no longer the ancient junk or trash motorcycles of the Green Skin.

Instead, massive, mountain‑like, rigorously rectangular battle fortresses rose.

The exteriors of these fortresses bore a strong Ancient Beastmen flavor, resembling towering forts with wheels.

On these fortresses, the Orc youngsters stood before their various large‑caliber gun emplacements, yet what caught Xisi's eye even more was that beside the cannons stood a neat row of 'wise kids' holding wrenches and assorted welding tools.

Naturally, as vehicles born solely for war, these gigantic battle fortresses even had wheels made of the massive, heavy rollers found on road‑compacting machines.

Even without the top cannons, these fortresses can press a bloody path through enemy tides simply by their weight.

Not to mention the medium and small vehicles that follow the battle fortresses.

The Gaomao King Kong that Xisi once piloted now, with a more orderly and massive shape, stands tall in the Orc ranks like the Empire's Dauntless.

It can be said that from the basic infantry, to the ordinary Gaomao King Kong transport, up to the heavy battle‑fortress vehicles,

although Orc warships cannot become effective in the short term, the ground forces are already sufficient to launch attacks on any enemy.

And perhaps due to Xisi's one‑arm propaganda, the Orcs, in the pauses between their Waaagh chants after Xisi passed, whispered the name 'Dead Spirits'!

Did you scorch your father's Alert Star?

Then I will annihilate your entire world!

It's a rather juvenile, Orc‑style line of thinking, yet it is the Orcs' most straightforward thought.

You Dead Spirits, relying on ancient technology to bully humanity—what kind of skill is that?

Next, we Orcs will let you taste the flavor of ancient technology!

Meanwhile, amid the Orcs' Waaagh and Dead Spirits war‑cries, a distant fringe star system—

the human cultist who previously received Victor's alarm was carrying a Dead Spirits representative of the Silent King.

Standing before an ancient ruin, watching the Sanctum Star's display, his face turned a deep iron‑blue.

And before this cultist could think of something to ease the atmosphere,

the Dead Spirits representative, after watching the screen until his eyes reddened, turned sharply and glared at the cultist:

"You never said before that we'd have to fight the Ancient Beastmen!"