Chapter 210: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Chandler scratched his head awkwardly; of course he had heard of this competition.

For the past half month, whether it was the tech boss underlings or the ordinary underlings, all they talked about was that Squig race.

Even at the door of its seclusion laboratory, underlings had secretly posted competition posters.

It had originally wanted to order that damn competition completely banned.

But that day, the bodyguards at the door tremblingly handed over ten crates.

Part of it was five hundred thousand premium teeth offered by the Fire Shadow Clan, and another part was one hundred thousand teeth offered by the bosses under it who had bought shares.

Saying it was "filial tribute" to it.

Chandler grabbed a handful of teeth to look at them, and the ban on the tip of its tongue was swallowed back down.

It thought of the glittering teeth in the crates, then looked at Sis with a calm face, and finally snorted coldly.

"From today on, underlings on front-line guard duty will take shifts to watch the competition! Anyone who dares leave their post during work hours, I'll throw them all to feed the Squigs!"

It thought for a moment, then added: "And the underlings are especially fond of that competition; if they love watching, let them watch, hahaha."

Afterwards, Chandler handed over most of Kal II's command authority to Sis, and instructed it to guard Kal II well.

Sis looked at it with a somewhat strange gaze, but still accepted the order.

Chandler cursed as it returned to the laboratory, continuing to study its Mecha Secret Treasure, and threw the entire mess at the front line to Sis.

When the news reached Huo Ying Mu Chang, Yaduoduo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately only one base station was lost; those shrimps are really crazy!"

Lin En leaned back in his chair, not responding.

Because this was a result he could have predicted; even if Chandler didn't act, Luna had no chance.

During this period, after getting familiar with the big guys of the various clans under the name of waaaaghGP.

He learned quite a few secrets about the Duo Duo Lv Pi.

The waters of this Kal II were far deeper than he had thought.

Iron Pliers Chandler was the strongest War Boss under Big Stomach Liang Ge Na, and a rare Tech Boss warboss among the Green Skins.

The underlings under it were well-equipped, possessing seventy percent of the war machinery of the entire Duo Duo Lv Pi.

And everyone knew it was eyeing Liang Ge Na's warboss position, the biggest thorn in Liang Ge Na's side.

But Chandler's strength was not bad either; killing it would be a real pity.

Precisely for this reason, Liang Ge Na threw him onto Kal II, this strategic key point, but didn't give him much of a basic foundation for expansion.

But even so, Chandler relied on his own ability to quickly transform the entire Kal II into a Combat Moon.

So the uneasy Liang Ge Na also sent Giant Foot Sis, whose strength was unfathomable, to monitor Chandler.

Nominally deputy, actually a sword hanging over Chandler's head.

An ambitious Tech Boss boss, and a Supervisor wielding psychic power, loyal only to the Highest Leader.

The contradiction between the two had long been buried unfathomably deep.

Luna's crushing defeat made him even more certain of his judgment.

A strong attack on Kal II would only repeat past mistakes.

The Green Skins' Waaagh Force Field gets stronger the more they fight in battle.

Those that can't kill them only make them even stronger.

But now, Lin En believed he had already found the key to prying open Kal II.

Not the fleet's Macro Cannon and Light Spear, nor the Bug Swarm's sharp claws, but the ambition, suspicion, and strife engraved in the Green Skins' very bones.

A trace of cold light flashed in Lin En's purple eyes.

This huge creation of Kal II had never been as restless as it was at this moment.

The thick Waaagh Force Field was like a stew pot boiling in a pot, dyeing the entire space station with a layer of mad green light.

On a small space station independent of Kal II, the Tech Bosses forged a huge archway out of steel.

At the top of the archway were written several imposing large characters.

The First Eye of Gork Rally!

Next was a super-long racing track linking over a dozen space base stations.

Tens of millions of Green Skins packed the grandstands on both sides of the track; called grandstands, they were actually just piles of discarded armor plates.

The Beastmen stood on their fellows' shoulders roaring, their rough battle cries gathering into deafening sound waves.

The air was filled with an inescapable stench of sweat, the sour smell of fermenting mushrooms, and the fishy stench unique to Squigs.

This was the highest-spec, most grandiose all-people event since Kal II was occupied by the Green Skins.

Over two-thirds of the Green Skins had turned their gazes to this rally.

Behind the starting line, over a hundred participating racers had already formed ranks.

According to competition rules, each old clan of Kal II could have at most ten participating slots.

The Evil Moon Clan's racers rode Gold-plated Heavy Cave Gusuges, their bodies welded full of barrels and armor plates.

The Evil Sun Clan's underlings all rode bright red Explosive Squigs, lightly equipped overall, with nothing in their eyes but the ultimate desire for speed.

The Death Skull Clan's racers rode Squigs piled high with "Wo Xun Si Technology" devices tinkered up by Tech Boss underlings, their eyes full of confidence.

Besides those competitors backed by clans, a group of special participants was also squeezed into the outermost positions of the racing track.

Independent competitors.

They had no clan resources to support them, nor a Tech Boss team for logistics.

To fight their way from the preliminaries to the main event, they relied entirely on their innate pursuit of racing, and on teeth and equipment scraped together by fans across Kal II.

For this very reason, these independent competitors were almost all household-name star competitors on Kal II.

For example, Pi Jing Qiao Ni, who stood on the back of a Jumping Gusuge and waved wildly at the grandstand.

He was also the only Pi Jing on the Aierfu Gao Ke Racecourse.

At the highest point of the starting archway's control console, Lin En was looking down at the holographic track map in his hand.

As the initiator and host party of this Aierfu Gao Ke Rally, his mood at this moment was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.

The holographic map clearly marked the core data of this event.

The racing track was 512 kilometers long in total, departing from Number One Base Station at the starting point.

It crossed various simulated environments all the way: ordinary deserts, canyons, underground caves, and abandoned human colonies.

The terrain was complex enough to make even the most experienced competitors' scalps go numb.

Moreover, the entire track was divided into over a hundred special segments, containing dozens of optional branch routes.

There were also multiple death segments exclusive to Aierfu Gao Ke.

Mushroom Minefields that could send Gusuges and competitors ascending to heaven in an instant, and Meteor Drift Belts filled with flying stones.

Subspace Journeys that could trap one in wondrous illusions, and Crazy Thunder Canyons bombarded nonstop for twenty-four hours, and so on.

This had never been a simple competition of speed and combat power.

The competitor's hard power, the logistics team's support capability, and judgment and choice of route—none of the three could be missing.

And for the vast majority of competitors' Squigs, after running and charging without interruption for over a hundred kilometers,

muscle strains, fitness exhaustion, and the like would occur, causing their state to decline.

To maintain peak condition throughout the 512-kilometer journey, at least five or more replacement Squigs had to be prepared.

Supply points also had to be set up along the way, and one had to constantly guard against ambushes from opponents.

After all, this was a Green Skin competition; the so-called rules were that there were no rules.

The only criterion for victory was one: the competitor and their Squig crossing the finish line at the same time.

As for whether you blew up an opponent's Squig midway, stole someone else's supplies, or buried landmines all over the track,

or even blasted an opponent, person and Squig together, into fragments, no one would care.

The spectators would still let out the wildest cheers for such "waaaagh"-worthy maneuvers.