Chapter 99: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Early the next morning, construction beneath the Forbidden Wall officially began.

Thirty thousand engineers and over a hundred thousand Servitors began operations on both sides of the C8 Qu gap.

Their armored engineering suits spat cutting blue flames, peeling distorted alloy plates from the wall.

Cranes hoisted prefabricated alloy frames, then filled them with concrete; they had almost no rest time.

For Lin En's plan to proceed smoothly, they had to race against time.

Meanwhile, the Beastmen outside the wall still launched attacks every day.

Like clocking in for work, they appeared precisely at the horizon's end at dawn, howling as they charged.

After being driven back by firepower from the wall top, they came again in the afternoon and clocked off after sunset.

No tactics, no strategy—purely routine business because "not fighting today makes the whole body uncomfortable."

Only now, the Beastmen couldn't even touch the wall.

Lin En transferred all available heavy firepower to the city wall.

Five hundred heavy grenade cannons lined up along the Forbidden Wall, muzzles pointing toward the Ice Plains.

Over a thousand heavy grenade launchers were mounted behind firing ports; the spent casings fired each day could pile into small hills.

There were also one hundred "Lock Type" missile launchers, each volley covering an area of ten square kilometers.

Even several Leman Russ tanks were hauled onto the wall to serve as heavy cannons.

Every time the Beastmen charged, shells fell, and they shattered into a field of mangled limbs.

Some lucky ones made it to the wall's base but were immediately mowed down by heavy grenade launchers; occasionally a few Orc Tanks broke through the barrage, only to be targeted by missiles at once.

The battle seemed to have returned to its previous simple pattern.

But Lin En stood in the command post, watching real-time battle reports, his furrowed brow never relaxing.

"Adult." Gus pushed the door open, a relaxed smile on his face.

"We repelled three waves of Beastmen today, casualties under a thousand. At this efficiency, we can hold until..."

"Until the Beastmen learn to build orbital cannons, or learn to build Titans." Lin En interrupted him.

Gus's smile froze.

Hammond looked up from the map table beside him, eyes fixed on Lin En.

He could understand why Lin En was so anxious.

Lin En walked to the holographic map, his finger tracing the red area deep in the Ice Plains marked as "Green Skin Main Gathering Area."

"The war potential of the Green Skin race is extremely exaggerated."

"Things they haphazardly assemble from junk and scrap iron can erupt with terrifying combat power."

He pulled up a video, footage captured by drones yesterday.

On a patch of open ground, over a dozen Tech Boss Grots hammered away at a pile of scrap iron.

A few hours later, that pile of scrap iron had become a "Killing Iron Can," looking nothing like it could move.

But after a Warp-spawn was placed inside, that junk actually moved.

Though it dropped two parts every three steps, it could indeed move, and possessed considerable destructive power.

"This is the most perverse thing about the Green Skin race: they possess a special Waaagh Power." Lin En turned off the video.

"As long as you give them enough time, and let them fight us enough, they can hammer a 'Moon' capable of flying into Space out of a pile of scrap iron."

"Giant cannons that can blast through mountain ranges, even Titan-class war machines."

The command post fell silent.

Lei Ou also walked to the map, staring at that red area.

He remembered when he first arrived at the Forbidden Wall two months ago, the Beastmen only knew how to use machetes and rusty guns.

Occasionally there were a few dilapidated tanks; now they had motorcycles, all kinds of tanks and war mechs.

What if they were given another two months?

"So we cannot merely defend." Lin En spoke again.

"We must launch an effective offensive, and inflict heavy injury on them before their technology catches up to ours."

"How to inflict heavy injury?" Lei Ou asked.

Lin En did not answer immediately; he walked to the window, looking at the snowfield outside the wall repeatedly plowed by cannon fire.

A Miniature Shredder Worm emerged from his sleeve, crawling along his arm to his palm, curling into a ball of pink flesh.

He gently teased it, his fingertip tracing the patterns on its carapace.

Then his movement suddenly stopped, and the Shredder Worm quickly shrank back into his sleeve.

Lin En turned around, his complexion as usual: "We only need to do one thing now."

"Kill the War Boss in the current Brevis Green Skin camp."

"Once the Big Boss dies, that special Waaagh Power force field will briefly disappear, and the Grots below will fall into brief chaos."

"The Tech Bosses' 'Flash of Inspiration' will also be interrupted, and their technology level will regress by at least one tier."

Everyone nodded, and Lin En continued:

"After that, we'll find a way to counterattack their camp once, so the next batch of Green Skins arriving in Brevis cannot inherit this batch's technology."

Decapitation has always been the most effective tactic against Green Skins.

After hearing this, the several generals gained a clearer understanding of this Governor's strategic vision.

Their admiration for Lin En also grew.

But Lin En did not reveal the most crucial point: the Lena Swarm.

He cannot stay at the Forbidden Wall forever; now the entire Empire is busy dealing with Abaddon's Thirteenth Black Crusade.

Brevis without support cannot keep entangling with the Green Skins forever either.

Otherwise, the Green Skins will eventually grow to a point where Brevis is completely unable to handle them.

Only by letting the low-level units of the Lena Swarm engage in the most primitive brawls with the Green Skins can their technological development be effectively curbed.

Meanwhile, deep in the Ice Plains.

Where the Green Skin giant stones originally landed collectively, a Green Skin Camp of staggering scale has now formed.

From high above, it is a chaotic mosaic covering one hundred square kilometers.

Rusty metal plates form Wu Bao, and abandoned car wrecks are piled into "high-rises."

Everywhere are fences made from the ribs of unknown giant beasts.

In the center of the open space stand more than ten totem poles bound with Skull Marks.

Atop the poles hang Beastman heads still dripping blood; these are the fate of those who challenged the Big Boss and failed.

A stench rising to the heavens permeates the air.

The thick smoke of burning mushrooms, the sour stench of Squig dung, and the strange aroma of stew simmering in the Stew Pot.

An ordinary human would be knocked unconscious by the stench just by entering this Area.

And in the most central District of the Camp, several hundred Big Pots with diameters exceeding ten meters are boiling.

The liquid in the pots is yellow-green, sticky as melted asphalt, with bubbles constantly rising on the surface.

Around every pot stand more than ten Gutbag Boyz, stirring with long-handled ladles and occasionally tossing in a few glowing Fungus or an entire plump Squig.

Beside the largest pot sits the largest Green Skin in the Camp.

Shan Pang Guga.

It is a true Giant Beast, standing over three meters five tall.

Its waist is estimated at three meters five as well, the whole person like a green ball of flesh.

It wears "armor" modified from Leman Russ Tank Armor Plates.

A Small Cannon is welded to its left shoulder, and its Right Hand is an Ork Power Claw signature to warbosses.

On its right Shoulder Armor, "Most Waaagh" is painted crookedly in white paint!