Chapter 251

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The Green Skins no longer thought of fighting humans; instead, they fought each other over the last bit of moldy stew, half a barrel of fuel.

Even a piece of relatively intact scrap metal — they attacked each other, beating one another bloody.

A gang of thirty Death Skull Boyz, in order to seize a tank that could still run, engaged in a fierce battle with twenty Blood Axe Agents.

Both sides slaughtered each other in a narrow corridor for a full half hour, ending in mutual annihilation — not a single survivor.

The arriving expeditionary force squad could only cover their noses and hurriedly leave.

And that tank they had fought to the death over, after the battle ended, also completely broke down because it lost the support of the Waaagh force field.

The entire Kal II turned into a giant chaotic arena.

Corpses everywhere, burning ruins, and the screams of slaughter.

"Third Company, attention! About five hundred meters ahead of you, two large Ork gangs are exchanging fire — conduct fire coverage immediately!"

"Received! Opening fire!"

"Seventh Medical Squad, proceed immediately to the southeast entrance of the Core Area — there are large numbers of wounded there."

"Heavy Cannon Unit, conduct saturation bombing on Ruin Seven of B Area! Repeat, conduct saturation bombing on Ruin Seven of B Area!"

Gus stood on the turret of a Leman Russ Tank, holding a communication device, calmly issuing one command after another.

His voice was steady and powerful, without the slightest panic.

Black officer's uniform stained with Green Skin blood, the row of medals on his chest glittering under the artificial light.

The soldiers strictly executed his orders, like precision machines, orderly clearing every area.

Occasionally a few fearless Green Skin gangs attempted to organize resistance against the expeditionary force.

But the moment they gathered, they would immediately suffer devastating cannon fire strikes.

Without the Waaagh force field's blessing, ordinary Green Skin Boyz, facing well-equipped, well-trained expeditionary forces, were simply unable to withstand a single blow.

Bolt guns could easily pierce the scrap armor on their bodies, while their "Da Ba Ba" driven by the power of Wo Xun Si could no longer fire bullets capable of penetrating carapace armor.

Lin En stood atop a fighter aircraft, overlooking the space station beneath his feet.

This space station that had given the entire Brevis a headache, finally returned to the embrace of the Human Empire.

"Lord, the preliminary statistics are out."

A young staff officer walked quickly to Lin En's side, respectfully handing over a thick report.

"As of now, we have eliminated approximately 16.15 million Green Skins.

The Core Area, all major zones of the Middle Level Platforms, and three large ports have all been completely secured by us.

Remaining Green Skin gangs number approximately 121.75 million, but they no longer constitute a large-scale threat."

Lin En took the report, casually flipping through it.

The report recorded in detail the casualties of each unit, the quantity of confiscated supplies, and the Green Skin distribution map.

Handwriting neat, data detailed — one could see this staff officer had put considerable thought into it.

"Well done." Lin En nodded, returning the report to him.

"Tell the soldiers not to be careless."

"The Green Skins' vitality is tenacious beyond imagination — who knows, in some corner somewhere, a new Tech Boss or Big Boss might appear."

"The cleanup must be thorough — every corridor, every ruin, must be carefully inspected, leaving no hidden dangers."

The case of Mechanical Public Enemy·Elko he still remembered — the Green Skins' tenacity absolutely must not be underestimated.

"Yes, Lord!" The staff officer gave a standard Eagle Salute, turned, and walked away quickly.

Lin En set down the report, raised his head to gaze at space.

At this moment, on the outskirts of Kal II, a strange and spectacular "disintegration" was taking place.

Those parts of the space station that, over the past year, the Green Skins had "grown" using countless scrap materials, abandoned warships, even meteorite fragments.

After losing the support of the Waaagh force field, were slowly falling apart.

Large chunks of scrap iron, twisted metal brackets, broken naval guns, and countless debris and corpses, like dandelion seeds, detached from the space station and drifted into space.

Under Kal II's gravity, these fragments gradually gathered together, forming a massive debris belt encircling the entire planet.

Sunlight shone on the debris belt, reflecting mottled radiance — from afar, it looked like Kal II had been adorned with an ugly necklace.

But it was precisely this necklace that represented the destruction of the Green Skin regime on Kal II.

The originally over-300-kilometer-diameter Kal II was "shrinking" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this rate, it would take no more than a month for it to return to the form it had when humans first built it.

A transit space station approximately 100 kilometers in diameter.

"Lord, Engineering Department head Mr. Mack requests an audience — says he has a very urgent matter to report to you." Gus's voice came through the communication device.

"Let him in."

Soon, an old engineer with white hair, face covered in grease, wearing a work uniform stained with paint and machine oil, walked in quickly.

He held a thick stack of crumpled blueprints in his arms, his face full of worry, eyebrows knotted into a tight knot.

"Lord Lin En, the situation is terrible, simply terrible!" Alderman couldn't help but complain loudly the moment he entered.

"Those Green Skins are simply a bunch of madmen, a bunch of thoroughgoing madmen!

They've modified the entire space station's energy system beyond all recognition!

"I've been an engineer for fifty years, and I've never seen anything this absurd!"

Lin En poured him a cup of water, gesturing for him to sit down and speak slowly.

Alderman took a sip of water, caught his breath, and then spread the blueprints in his hand on the table.

The blueprints were covered in messy lines and symbols, with many annotations in red pen.

Words like "Danger," "Incomprehensible," and "May explode at any moment."

"Look here," Alderman pointed at an area on the blueprint.

"This is the core power station. The Green Skins dismantled the original fusion reactor and replaced it with twelve 'Ork Mek Generators' that use Squig feces as fuel!"

"They even keep several hundred electricity-generating Squigs next to the generators, claiming it gives the generators more kick!"

"Once those damn Squigs get restless, the entire power station goes up!"

"And here," he pointed to another area.

"This is the gravity system's control room. The Green Skins cut all the wiring, then used iron chains to suspend a giant iron ball from the ceiling."

"They say the faster the iron ball spins, the greater the gravity!"

"Right now, the entire space station's gravity is extremely unstable. Some places have three times normal gravity,

some places have almost no gravity, and people float up just walking along."

"The scariest part is the defense system!" Alderman's voice was even trembling a little.

"All the orbital defense cannons have been converted to manual aiming by the Green Skins!"

"They strapped over a dozen telescopes onto the barrels, saying this way they can shoot farther!"

"And they replaced all the cannon shells with iron barrels packed full of nails and rocks!"

"Right now, these defense cannons can't even shoot down a single small landing craft!"

Lin En looked at those absurd designs on the blueprints, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He really wanted to explain the principle of the Green Skins' Wo Xun Si power to the old man before him, but he didn't know how to put it.