Chapter 330: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Tyranids

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Two days later, the Green Skin Fleet arrived at Dolido Planet.

Lianggenna rode a landing pod down onto a landing field that looked like an arena.

He had originally thought what awaited him would be the Grots' cheers and steaming hot stew pots.

But when he stepped out of the landing pod and saw the scene before him, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

Only to see the boundless mushroom fields outside the field were now a complete mess.

The originally waist-high giant mushrooms were either trampled into pulp, turned into green mud, or had already rotted and turned black, emitting a foul stench.

The neat field ridges were dug up into pits and hollows, rotten mushroom fragments and footprints everywhere.

The distant Squig breeding farm hadn't escaped either; the wooden fences were smashed through with countless huge holes, countless Squigs had run off without a trace, leaving only some corpses gnawed into a chaotic mess.

The mushroom fields are Lianggenna's foundation.

When all Green Skins lived by plundering, only Lianggenna, relying on mushroom cultivation and Squig breeding techniques, raised fifty billion Green Skins on Dolido.

Without these mushroom fields, there would be no Mozu Clan of today.

This is also the fundamental reason he dared to abandon Kal II and retreat.

As long as the mushroom fields remain, he has infinite chances to start over.

Now, his foundation has been wrecked.

"Ah~~~!!!"

Lianggenna let out a heaven-shaking roar, the Waa'gh force field around him surging instantly, green radiance dyeing the sky a deep ink-green.

Burning with rage, he returned to the main city and summoned all the War Bosses left behind to guard.

These Bosses were scared trembling all over, each hanging their heads, not daring to speak.

"Who did this?!" Lianggenna's fist smashed onto the decorative fangs beside the throne, snapping a half-meter-thick fang clean in half at the waist.

"Who turned my mushroom fields into this state? If you can't say, I'll stew you all into stew pots!"

The Bosses left behind looked at each other in dismay, stammering without a word.

After a long while, a Mozu Clan Boss with a scar on his face finally mustered the courage to step forward:

"Bo... Boss, it wasn't us who did it, it was the Waa'gh who did it."

"Waa'gh?" Lianggenna frowned.

He had thought it was some blind bastard who dared start a rebellion while he was away.

"Yes, Boss." The scarred Boss hurriedly said.

"A week after you left, those Shrimp corpses buried underground suddenly came alive."

"They crawled out of the graves, biting people everywhere."

"Wherever they passed, the Shrimp buried underground would come alive, turning into new Waa'gh."

"Supposedly at first there were only a few dozen, but we didn't take it seriously."

"But wherever they went, new Waa'gh would crawl out, the more killed the more there were."

"In less than two days, they became several hundred million."

"They ran around wildly, trampling the mushroom fields, smashing through the Squig breeding farm."

"We organized several counterattacks, but these things kill endlessly, heads cut off still moving, chopped to pieces still able to reassemble."

"But fortunately they cannot infect our corpses."

Lianggenna's face grew darker and darker.

He immediately recalled the three Desolate Boats encountered on the return voyage, and those identical Waa'gh on the Desolate Boats, and the Three-Spiral Arrow Symbols all over the hulls.

"Looks like those three broken ships caused this trouble." He said through gritted teeth.

"From now on, anything painted with three circles plus three arrows, no matter what it is, chop it all to mince and burn it clean!"

Anger slightly subsiding, Lianggenna looked at the scarred Boss: "Then what happened? How did you eliminate these Waa'gh?"

The scarred Boss's face showed a trace of embarrassment: "This... wasn't a method we came up with, it was a Grot."

"Grot?" Lianggenna froze.

Grots are the lowest existence in the Green Skin race, small in stature, timid and fearful, usually only doing odd jobs, dying without anyone caring.

What method could a Grot come up with?

"It's that Yaduoduo who escaped back from Kal II to deliver the message." The scarred Boss explained.

"That kid brought people to hide in the back and observed the Waa'gh for a day and a night, discovering they can only 'infect' via corpses."

"As long as there are no new corpses, they won't multiply."

"So he proposed digging up all corpses in the ground and burning them, then digging a deep trench to trap the Waa'gh inside."

"At first no one believed him, thinking what could a Grot understand."

"Until a Big Guy from Evil Moon tried his method and actually eliminated the Waa'gh in his own territory, then everyone started following suit."

"We dug an Isolation Belt encircling the entire infected zone, and burned all corpses inside."

"With the Isolation Belt, the Waa'gh truly stopped multiplying, and we only used half a day to wipe out all the Waa'gh completely."

Lianggenna listened, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

Burning corpses to cut off the infection source, digging an Isolation Belt to restrict the spread.

These two methods were simple and effective, striking at the crux.

Even he might not have come up with such a good method in such a short time.

A fart spirit, actually having such a brain?

Lianggenna's eyes lit up.

Green Skins lacked nothing more than warriors who could fight, and lacked nothing more than people who could use their brains.

He had achieved what he had today by relying on being smarter than other Green Skins.

Now, he actually discovered a fart spirit who might be as smart as him.

"Good!" Lianggenna said loudly.

"This Yaduoduo is a good Grot!"

"Quick, call him to me! I want to see him personally!"

"Yes, Big Boss!" a Bodyguard quickly turned around and ran toward the place where Yaduoduo was stationed.

Lianggenna stood in place, watching the Mushroom Field being slowly cleaned up in the distance, his eyes full of anticipation.

He had a premonition that this fart spirit named Yaduoduo would bring him unexpected "surprises."

Perhaps, with the help of this little fellow, he could not only quickly rebuild the Mushroom Field, but also make the Mozu Clan stronger than before.

In the distant station, a fart spirit about as tall as an ordinary Grot was hiding behind a stone, secretly watching this side.

He clutched a bark notebook in his hand, on which various strange symbols were drawn with charcoal.

When he heard the news that Lianggenna wanted to summon him, a trace of cunning light flashed in his small eyes.

He patted the dust off his body, tidied up his tattered armor, then held his head high and stuck out his chest, strode forward, and walked toward Lianggenna's direction.