Chapter 327

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Kal II's rest and refit proceeded in an orderly and steady manner, and the battle situation in a corner of the star system temporarily fell into silence.

Meanwhile, on the distant deep-space route, the defeated Green Skin Fleet retreated toward Dolido Planet.

Along the way, the fleet bore mottled scars left by cannon fire, their hulls patched upon patched, with warships cobbled together from scrap metal and waste visible everywhere.

Many warships belched black smoke from their engines, moving as slowly as snails.

After the crushing defeat at Kal II, the Green Skin Kids' morale was low, and their former frenzied howling spirit had mostly dissipated.

They hung their heads, leaning against the walls of the warships, listlessly wiping the weapons in their hands.

The clan chieftains under his command—Gao Fu, Death Skull, and Evil Moon—each harbored their own thoughts, gathering in their respective cabins to whisper privately, secretly nurturing rebellious intentions against his authority.

They had all witnessed Lianggenna's sorry state and felt the weakening of the Waa'gh force field.

Originally, in the Green Skins' logic, a Big Boss who ran away before the fight was over was no longer fit to be Big Boss.

If it weren't for Lianggenna's prestige having been beaten into them one victory after another right before their eyes, they would have rebelled long ago.

Lianggenna could naturally sense the emotions spreading among his subordinates; he stood on the bridge of the Great Meat Pie Roll Meat, pacing back and forth irritably.

He had now recovered to three meters tall, but his stature was still far from what it once was, and his belly remained enormous.

But this time, the giant mouth above was tightly closed, no longer opening and closing.

His skin had taken on a sickly waxy yellow, and his body exuded a strong meaty fragrance.

The defeat in the Battle of Kal cost the fleet one third of its strength, and his prestige among the clan plummeted.

What made him even more uneasy was that the Furnace Seed God, who had saved him in the desperate straits of Spirit Energy Collapse, seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep due to overdrafting his origin.

The giant mouth on his abdomen remained silent, no longer transmitting the familiar mental response.

Without the Furnace Seed God's divine power bolstering him, his wounds healed slowly, and his strange Immortal Ability was greatly discounted.

"Damn those purple shrimp, damn those insects!" Lianggenna punched the wall, leaving a fist imprint on the metal wall.

His roar echoed through the spacious bridge, but the chieftains under him kept their heads down, not daring to speak, though their eyes showed disdain.

Seeing their appearance, Lianggenna became even more irritable in his heart.

He knew that if he couldn't quickly win a battle and re-condense enough Waa'gh force field,

before long, these unruly chieftains would probably unite to kill him first, then fight for the position of Big Boss.

Without the Furnace Seed God's protection, he had no confidence that he could defeat all challengers.

He now only wanted to return to the Dolido Nest as soon as possible, hide in the underground fortress, heal his wounds while waiting for the Furnace Seed God to awaken.

Just as the fleet sailed to the Dolido Outer Nebula Orbit and was about to enter the planet's gravity circle, three colossal shadows slowly emerged from the dazzling nebula mist.

They were three enormous Desolate Boats, absolutely not the regular hull styles of the Empire or the Green Skins.

Their size was pushed to the extreme; the largest Desolate Boat's volume was actually comparable to half of the Kal II Space Station.

The hull surface had no neat armor or cannon turrets, but was instead covered with a thick layer of slimy green mold.

Sticky yellow pus juice slowly flowed along the grooves of the ship walls, dripping into space, forming droplets that emitted an ominous aura.

Winding around the hull were countless distorted flesh growth tissues, fist-sized tumors piled together, constantly writhing, and after bursting, flowing out even more pus juice.

Distorted flesh tentacles waved in the air like poisonous snakes, with mouthparts dripping mucus at their ends.

The entire Desolate Boat was like a huge living monster floating in space, exuding the unique gloom and filth of the Warp.

An instinctive feeling of disgust surged into Lianggenna's heart in an instant.

His muscles tensed all over, and the giant mouth on his abdomen, originally silent, twitched fiercely, emitting a low hoh-hoh sound, vaguely generating rejection.

That aura was both unfamiliar and carried a trace of familiar mutated power, strange, rotten, filled with malice that contaminated all life.

It made his whole body feel uncomfortable, just like he had eaten spoiled, stinking stew pot.

"Big Boss, there's something ahead, something huge!" a Green Skin Kid on lookout shouted in terror, the telescope in his hand almost falling to the ground.

But the fleet was traveling at extremely high speed, and a lightweight Green Skin assault ship at the very front had no time to avoid.

Its engine had been damaged in the previous battle, the control system failed, and it directly lost control, crashing into the nearest giant Desolate Boat.

Boom!!!

After a loud bang, the firelight from the impact instantly illuminated the pitch-black nebula.

But before the firelight faded, the dark green mold on the Desolate Boat's surface suddenly split open countless gaps, like giant mouths opening.

Dense rotten corpses and mutated monsters surged out from the gaps in the hull like a tide.

These monsters had no self-awareness, no thought, no reason, only emitting "ah~ wu" roars.

Driven by the instinct to hunt the aura of living beings, they pounced toward the Green Skin warship that had crashed into the Desolate Boat.

Rotten corpses had skin that ulcerated and oozed pus, exposing snow-white bones, stiff limbs but tireless, even if their limbs were broken, they could still crawl on the ground.

Mutated monsters had distorted bodies, covered in tumors, their claws gleaming with eerie green cold light, corrosive saliva constantly dripping from their mouths.

The moment they boarded the ship, they slaughtered wildly inside; stronger monsters were almost immune to physical attacks.

The Green Skin Kids' machetes could only cut wounds that oozed pus on them, unable to be fatal at all.

Smashing their flesh bodies, the scattered chunks of meat could come back to life again, growing into new small monsters.

"What the hell are these things, so disgusting!"

The Green Skin Kids inside the ship howled while wielding machine guns and machetes to counterattack, but they soon discovered in horror that these monsters were impossible to kill.

Moreover, once the plague pus touched a wound, it would instantly cause ulceration and corruption, with disgusting mold and tumors growing from the wound.

Although not fatal, it greatly affected the Grots' combat power.

Lianggenna, who was already holding a bellyful of depressed anger, was now thoroughly enraged.

The Battle of Karl ended in a crushing defeat, the fleet suffered losses, prestige plummeted, and the Furnace Seed God fell into slumber.

The successive blows left him irritable and restless, his heart full of vexation with no outlet to vent.

Now three strange Desolate Boats appeared to block the way, and countless rotten monsters that could not be killed off spawned out of thin air.

But for Lianggenna, this was actually good news.

After all, for Green Skins, what matters has always been battle.

Not who the opponent in battle is!

As long as they can fight, as long as they can kill, they become excited, they become fanatical.

The Waaagh Field can surge and converge!

"These damn things dare block my path!" Lianggenna stood on the Flagship Bridge, letting out a furious roar, his bulky body trembling.

The residual Waaagh Field around him suddenly surged, green radiance lighting up on his body.

"All warships form up, charge for me, fuck them hard, chop all these rotten meat monsters into pieces!"

"Waaagh!"

The originally low-morale Green Skin Boys were instantly ignited by warfire, fanatical radiance rekindling in their eyes.

They howled, raising the weapons in their hands, maneuvering the warships to swing their cannon mouths around.

One Green Skin Warship after another roared its engines, launching a violent charge at the three Cosmic Hulk Ships.

In Space, Green Skin cannon fire roared, mutant monsters roared and howled, the green violent force field and yellow-green plague energy colliding in the air.

A tragic melee between the Green Skin Clan and Nurgle Plague Mutant Creatures suddenly unfolded above the Dolido orbit.