Chapter 102

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The next morning, the Green Skins launched their attack as usual.

On the horizon of the Ice Plains, snowflakes rose first — the effect of tens of thousands of feet trampling the snow simultaneously.

Then came howls mixed with excitement and a desire for violence.

They're here.

Same as always, the motorcycle boys leading the charge twisted their throttles to the max, their red-painted bodies drawing crooked trajectories across the snow.

The Ork Boyz behind them waved machetes and pistols, running while shoving each other; every now and then a few tripped and were instantly trampled into meat paste by the comrades surging up behind.

The human soldiers on the Forbidden Wall also began their work.

Heavy cannons roared in unison, shells arcing through the air and landing amid the Green Skin masses.

Explosions blossomed, heat waves blasting the surrounding Green Skins into the air.

A crossfire net woven by Heavy Explosive Guns swept across the charging formation, blasting the Ork motorcycles at the very front into fragments.

The Orks kept charging; they didn't care about casualties.

Dead comrades aren't waaagh enough; only the survivors are good boyz.

Blood and explosions only made them more excited; their charging speed actually increased.

Lin En stood atop the C8 District wall, watching this scene.

He wore Reinforced Shell Armor, a black cloak fluttering in the cold wind.

His left hand still held that Holy Relic Bolter, but his right hand carried a reinforced amplifier.

This thing was made on the spot by the accompanying Mechanical Priest; at max power it could carry the user's voice over ten kilometers away.

Now, Lin En raised it to his mouth and took a deep breath.

Then he cursed at the top of his lungs.

"You Green Skin trash across the way, I heard you've got a so-called Big Boss?!"

The charging Green Skins collectively paused, even the cannon fire drowned out by this voice.

Lin En continued, his speech not fast, but every word enunciated clearly:

"I've been here this long and still haven't seen its face.

"What, only knows how to hide behind the Boyz — an Ork like that deserves to be a Warboss?!"

"Mao Er Ge's face has been completely lost by you!"

"A real coward, you Big Boss, don't even have the guts to step out and spar with me.

"What's the difference between you and a fart spirit that only hides behind Ork asses?!"

The echo reverberated across the Ice Plains, "District, other, other, other......"

The moment the last word fell, a distant snow mountain collapsed in an avalanche, a rumbling boom rolling across the land.

A white flood poured down from the mountainside, swallowing a whole stretch of Green Skins at the foot who hadn't yet managed to charge.

The scene fell quiet for a moment; even the cannon fire on the Forbidden Wall stopped for half a second.

The officers and soldiers on the wall stared dumbfounded.

Lei Ou at the side twitched his mouth corner as well.

All humans, all Green Skins, every last one looked toward the source of the sound.

That figure standing on the wall head, one hand on hip, the other holding the amplifier aloft.

Lin En lowered the amplifier, looking like he hadn't cursed enough.

Cursing has always been physical work, but Lin En never felt that way.

The effect was immediate; deep in the Ice Plains, in the Green Skin camp.

Shan Pang Guga was squatting beside the largest pot, using a Power Claw to fish out a lump of freshly congealed yellow gel and stuff it into his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, pondering how many Boyz to send crashing into the wall today.

Then Lin En's voice drifted over, clear as water.

Across a dozen-plus kilometers, amplified by the amplifier, then rolled across the Ice Plains by the cold wind, it had already distorted somewhat by the time it reached the camp.

But landing in the Green Skins' ears, not a single keyword was missed:

"Big Boss", "coward", "fart spirit", "lost Mao Er Ge's face".

The unfinished stew pot in Guga's hand dropped back into the cauldron.

He sprang up with a *Duang*, his three-and-a-half-meter body like a small hill.

The Boyz around him all went quiet.

They looked at the Big Boss, then at the direction the voice came from, a certain "greed" slowly appearing in their eyes.

For Green Skins, status is won with fists.

The Big Boss is the Big Boss because he's the most waaagh, the best at fighting, the least afraid of death.

If the Big Boss gets called a "coward" to his face by a shrimp and doesn't dare make a sound, then this Big Boss...

"Motherfucker!" Guga squeezed out three words from between his teeth.

The sound hadn't dissipated long before brawling noises came from the other end of the camp.

Several Big Guys nearly three meters tall, beating up Guga's Bodyguards while roaring:

"Heard that?! Even the Shrimp says Guga's a coward!"

"I've long thought Shan Pang Guga isn't waaagh enough! All he does is squat by the pot eating stew!"

"This position, I reckon I could sit in it too!!!"

The rebellion began.

Simple Green Skin logic: since the Shrimp all think the Big Boss is cowardly and weak, it means this Big Boss just isn't tough enough.

A Big Boss who isn't tough enough, who isn't waaagh enough, should be replaced!

The Big Guy's voice quickly drew resonance from the surrounding Green Skins.

Guga's eyes turned red, and he flipped the stew pot in front of him, splashing scalding yellow glop and soup all over the ground, burning the nearby Grots who squealed and shrieked.

He clenched his Power Claw, and the hydraulic device at the joint hissed.

"All of you, shut up!!!"

With a roar, Guga charged toward the center of the rebellion, his Power Claw sweeping across, and the first Big Guy's head burst like a watermelon.

The second tried to run, but he caught up, stabbed him through the back, hoisted him into the air, and slammed him hard into the third.

Blood plasma and flesh flew everywhere.

More than ten minutes later, the rebellion was quelled, over a hundred corpses lay in the center of the camp, and Guga stood atop the pile of bodies, drenched in blood.

The Power Claw was still dripping green liquid.

The remaining Grots trembled, not daring to lift their heads.

But Guga knew that killing alone could only temporarily stabilize the situation.

Green Skins respect fists, and also courage; today he killed a hundred, tomorrow a thousand might appear.

Guga looked toward the Forbidden Wall; he knew in his heart he had to go meet that Shrimp who cursed him.

On the Forbidden Wall, Lin En had waited for over an hour.

The Green Skins from the first wave of attack had also been driven back, the soldiers were eating and resting in shifts, and the cannon barrels were cooling down.

Just as some began to doubt whether the Governor's insult tactic was effective, a patch of green appeared on the horizon.

No longer stragglers from the morning, but a true Green Skin Army.

Leading were several hundred Killing Iron Cans, crowded together and shaking.

Behind them came over twenty Deathless Dreadnoughts, their heavy footsteps shaking the earth.

Behind them were Green Skin War Vehicles, clusters of motorcycles, and Death Die Helicopters and Storm Boyz dancing in the sky.

Last were two colossal beings.

On the left was Gao Ge King Kong, representing Gao Ge's ferocity and brutality.

It was painted red all over, eight meters tall, its right hand a huge Gao Ge Power Claw with a Twin-linked Heavy Shoota welded onto the claw.

Its left hand was a six-barreled three-barrel "Death Storm Super Heavy Machine Gun," the gun mouth still smoking.

Every step smashed a deep pit, shaking the surrounding Green Skins so they stumbled left and right.

The one on the right was Mao Ge King Kong, representing Mao Ge's deadly cunning.

Deep blue, equally massive in size, covered all over with various glowing devices and Laser Guns.

Its right arm was likewise a huge Power Claw, Mao Ge Power Claw, while its left arm was the "Mi Ga Squeak Gun" capable of releasing destruction beams.

On one shoulder was a Missile Launcher, on the other a Twin-linked Heavy Shoota.

They represented the gods the Green Skins believed in, the idols of Gao Mao Er Ge.

And between the two King Kongs, Shan Pang Guga sat on a Green Skin Battle Truck.

The front was welded with a spike-covered ram, the roof mounted a cannon, and the whole vehicle was hung with all kinds of weapons.

He stood up, his three-and-a-half-meter body looking a bit cramped on the vehicle, but full of imposing presence.

The Green Skin Army stopped one kilometer before the Forbidden Wall.

Guga stood on the roof, his Power Claw pointing at the Wall Head:

"Which coward was cursing me just now?!"