Chapter 250

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Simultaneously, a certain hidden port on Kal II.

Yaduoduo, leading the Fire Shadow Clan's last few thousand remnants, was making his way with difficulty.

Sasuke rode his Champion Squig "Chidori" at the very rear of the team, covering the retreat.

Yaduoduo, meanwhile, led the ninja kids in setting traps along both sides of the passage to prevent pursuit.

Yaduoduo glanced back; in the distant core district, flames soared skyward, explosions incessant.

He could sense that the heavy Waaagh Field that had shrouded Kal II for over a year was beginning to disappear.

Yaduoduo let out a soft sigh, gripping tight the Caiyun Forehead Protector that Yidaqi had given him.

Yidaqi, he still pulled it off.

In just under three short months, he overturned all of Kal II.

Killed Sis and Chandler, becoming the master of this Space Station.

While he himself could only flee this place in sorry state with his remnants.

"Big Boss, do we really have to leave?" Sasuke rode his Squig up beside Yaduoduo, reluctance in his voice.

"We still have several thousand brothers, we can fight them to the death!"

"Fight? With what?" Yaduoduo shook his head, smiling bitterly.

"We can't even beat that insect, let alone so many shrimp armies; staying now means only a dead end."

He lifted his head to look toward the dark passage's end, his gaze turning utterly determined:

"We go back to Duli, back to Big Boss Liang Ge Nao's side."

"There are more Grots there, more resources; we'll develop there, grow strong there."

"One day, we'll return."

One day, I will stand before Yidaqi and fight him fair and square.

I'll make him know that I, Yaduoduo, am no longer that little scavenger who only knew how to pick up trash!

Of course, these thoughts he would never let anyone know.

"Speed up!" Yaduoduo shouted, "We're going back to Duli!"

The Fire Shadow Clan's remnants silently followed behind Yaduoduo, vanishing into the boundless darkness.

Billions of kilometers away, Dolido Agricultural World.

Warm sunlight spilled over endless green fields, herds of Squigs leisurely eating mushrooms in the paddies.

A few Green Skin Kids wrestled and horsed around by the river, the air permeated with the fragrance of mushrooms and stew.

Big Stomach Liang Ge Na stood before an enormous iron pot a hundred meters in diameter, holding a big spoon as tall as himself, simmering a stew that could feed tens of thousands.

The pot stewed Squig meat, giant mushrooms, and various unnamed wild vegetables.

Gurgle-gurgle it bubbled, emitting an appetizing aroma.

Liang Ge Na stirred the pot while humming an off-key tune, drool running down the corner of his mouth and dripping into the pot.

"No matter how bitter life is, it's still joyful~"

"Walking through crowds of people, I hum a little love song~"

Just as he was singing happily, a dazzling green light suddenly flashed across the sky.

Liang Ge Na raised his head, looking at the sky in puzzlement.

That green light drew nearer and brighter, plummeting rapidly toward his direction.

"Sizzle~~~!"

The green light landed inside the iron pot, blasting the not-yet-congealed sticky liquid stew flying.

The powerful shockwave blew the few Green Skin Kids nearby away; only Liang Ge Na stood unmoving.

A familiar Psyker Aura rushed at his face.

Liang Ge Na frowned, the smile on his face vanishing.

Sis?

Wasn't he serving as Warlord on Kal II? How did he turn into a green light crashing here?

Could it be......

Before Liang Ge Na had time to think further, the stew in the pot suddenly underwent a strange change.

The originally sticky stew began to writhing on its own.

Meat chunks and mushrooms tumbled and combined in the pot, gradually forming several crooked large characters.

"Beware the Fire Shadow Clan"

Liang Ge Na stared at the characters in the pot, somewhat bewildered.

He scratched his bald head, a puzzled expression appearing on his face.

"Fire Shadow Clan? What thing is that, what little clan popped out of which corner?"

"To actually make that kid Sis, before dying, specially come this far to warn me?"

Liang Ge Na used the big spoon to ladle a large spoonful of stew, put it in his mouth and tasted.

"Mm, taste's not bad, just a bit bland."

He smacked his lips, then used the big spoon to stir the words in the pot into a mushy mess.

"Fire Shadow Clan, Water Shadow Clan, whatever they are — if they dare provoke me, I'll stew them all into a stew pot!"

Having said that, he continued humming a little tune, stirring the stew pot in the pot.

Only, in the depths of his eyes, a trace of hard-to-detect gravity flashed.

Sith never jokes.

This Fire Shadow Clan is absolutely not simple.

He silently noted down this name, then shouted at a Big Guy in the distance:

"Go! Find out for me what exactly this Fire Shadow Clan is!"

With the deaths of the two Beastmen capable of serving as Kal II's warboss.

The Expedition Fleet also achieved the first step of victory; now it only needs to deal with the remaining Beastmen remnants.

The Expeditionary Force's cleanup work proceeded very smoothly.

Having lost their common leader and collective will, the Green Skins thoroughly turned into scattered sand.

Without the Waaagh force field's empowerment, their proud I Think Technology regressed to the primitive era in an extremely short time.

As if those miraculous "I Think" creations had never existed at all.

In an abandoned arsenal in District A, a group of Evil Sun Boys were circling a huge "Big Boom Gun" in a panic.

This super cannon that could once blast through an Imperial Guard Ship's broadside with one shot had turned into a pile of genuine scrap copper and rotten iron at this moment.

No matter how they kicked, smashed, or roared at the cannon barrel, the cannon mouth remained cold and unresponsive.

A hot-tempered Big Guy anxiously swung his machete and hacked hard on the cannon body; the machete snapped on the spot.

"Damn! Why won't my Da Ba Ba fire?!" the Big Guy roared angrily, kicking an ammo crate beside him flying.

The ammo crate smashed onto the ground and split open; the cannon shells rolled out, but the moment they contacted the air, they all turned into piles of useless scrap.

At the Middle Level platform's port, a newly completed Green Skin Warship was preparing to set sail to raid another Beastman gang.

But the moment the engine started, the whole warship suddenly trembled violently.

All pipes burst simultaneously, steam and machine oil spraying everywhere.

The originally roaring engine let out a strained groan, then completely flamed out.

Turning into a giant iron coffin floating in orbit.

The several hundred Death Skull Clan boys on board were trapped in space, crying to heaven with no answer, crying to earth with no response.

Even the most ordinary machetes in the Green Skin Boys' hands began to rust and break.

Those originally incomparably sharp machetes that could easily hack through the Shrimp Clan's armor now rolled their edges even chopping wood.

The originally obedient war beasts Squig also started becoming manic and uneasy, tearing at each other, biting to death quite a few of their masters.

"Bad news, our camp collapsed!"

A terrified scream rang out.

Not far away, a Beastman fortress built from scrap iron and cement, originally impregnable, collapsed with a boom without suffering any attack.

Countless Green Skins were buried under the ruins, letting out desperate shrieks.

Panic, like the most terrifying virus, spread across Kal II.

The Green Skins discovered in horror that everything they relied on for survival was collapsing in an instant.

They were no longer those undefeated, all-conquering Green Skin Kids, but merely a group of savages wearing tattered iron skin and holding rusty machetes.

Worse still, the clan system thoroughly disintegrated.

Without the warboss's suppression, the Green Skins' "Bottom Layer Code" began to take effect.

The already heavily contradictory clans instantly split into countless small gangs of dozens or hundreds of people.