Chapter 665: The cunning ones guard the national border, and the aliens die for the country.

There was no disturbance in Breas. Two weeks had passed since the forced landing on the planet.

During these two weeks, Nasus finally understood the general situation on this rebellious planet. Even for an evil orc like him, he felt that this planet was too heretical.

There are now five forces distributed on Breas. The first is the evil orcs who are centered around the Plastic Steel and Cement and dig trenches around them.

Next to them, the evil cultists defending their hive cities were exchanging fire with the evil orcs. The two sides fought back and forth, but neither could defeat the other. Of course, this was because of Nasus' conservative strategic thinking. He was not a brainless green-skinned orc.

The other three were even more bizarre. The first and foremost were the Orcs, who were the strategic target of this battle. They were bombarding the positions of both sides and were the real troublemakers on the battlefield.

Among them is the Nurgle army that came with the green-skinned orcs for some unknown reason. It can be said to be real shit in the sense of the Warp and physics.

As for the last party...

Nasus, who was deep in the trench, raised his head and punched the shadow next to him, forcing out the Eldar assault scorpion that had sneaked in at some point.

Before this strange thing jumped into the dimensional space, Nasus, who was familiar with the "Galactic Alien Encyclopedia Catalog That Even Ogryn Can Understand", sneered and summoned his own Waaaagh energy messenger - Beast Brother Dorn!
A black and white space like a film suddenly formed, covering the despicable assassin sent by the Eldar. In the seven seconds when time stood still, Nasus slowly stepped forward, and together with his beast brother Dorn, he repeatedly punched this little shrimp.

Accompanied by the strange war cry of "Ora, Ora, Ora", seven seconds later, the Eldar assassin named Assault Scorpion died suddenly, leaving behind only a pool of broken flesh and blood whose specific shape could not be identified.

Not surprised by the arrival of the Eldar assassins, during the past two weeks, Nasus's fel orc troops had fought many battles and witnessed the biodiversity of Breas.

Perhaps because the evil orcs inherited the despicable tactics from the Blackwatch, the other troops were almost defeated at the first touch. To Nasus, they were no match for the Undead Overlord he had once trampled under his feet, the Great Unclean One, and the heavy-armored orc boss who was repeatedly blessed by the two gods.

Nasus scratched his head. He didn't know what had happened here in the first place. Why were there so many things here? It was thanks to his strong strength that he would have been in trouble, otherwise. But when he thought of the strong men who fought with him on the battlefield, a distressed expression appeared on his beastly face.

Due to repeated battles and under the scorching sun, orc spores spread all over the battlefield and produced a large number of fungal spore sacs, which replenished a large number of manpower for the green-skinned orcs and made the opposing orc boss become more powerful.

What's even more bizarre is that the number of soldiers of the evil cult next to them has increased instead of decreased, and a complete Tyranid Zerg has appeared among the defense forces.

From the infected soldiers at the beginning to the deformed ones, now there are advanced soldiers like warrior worms. The most ridiculous thing is that there are also brain worms shouting "Long live the Four-Armed Emperor". This is totally illogical!

And the Eldar? Never mind! They could always come in via the Webway, and who knows how many reinforcements they'd bring.

In comparison, the evil orcs who could only reproduce through lemon trees seemed not so impressive. Although they still had a place, Nasus already felt the pressure.

While fiddling with the action figure with the Black Watch anti-counterfeiting label, Nasus thought that some kind of new ecological circulation system might be being established.

The cunning cult creates insect soldiers by draining the vitality of the planet. The greenskins and evil orcs kill the insect soldiers to obtain meat supplies and the raw materials needed to water the orc fungi and lemon trees. In addition, the remains brought by the Eldar add to the cost.

Even under the idea of ​​using local materials and imitating each other, after the evil orcs relied on the help of the technical master and the medical sacrifice, both sides installed Zerg sickle claws and bone plates that were stronger than ordinary equipment, and the Zerg also showed relative evolution.

After thinking about this, Nasus sighed helplessly:
"Damn it, they were all taught by the same master, there's no way I can break his moves!"

Nasus was very happy about this kind of enemy. After all, no matter how much they were modified, the evil orcs were derived from the green-skinned orcs, and the Waaaagh force field they used was the same.

The warlike gene is deeply rooted in the evil orcs. Compared with the green-skinned orcs, they are just more rational. In the chaos, they have the supreme ideal of fighting the ashes.

But the problem is that Nasus shoulders a heavy responsibility, and he doesn't know whether he can withstand the next wave of green tide and the sudden appearance of the Eldar assault troops.

What's even worse is that Nasus also discovered the Nurgle army gathering in the distance and the Necrons running out from underground, and the whole of Breas was in complete chaos. Suddenly, a communication request interrupted Nasus's divergent thoughts. He turned on the communicator and took a closer look, and found that the one who disturbed him was actually a mutant with three arms.

Nasus's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he pondered with his small eyes. Thanks to his nine-year compulsory education in Blackwatch, he guessed from the man's clothes that this should be the governor of the planet next to him who was corrupted by the cunning villain.

While Nasus was looking him up and down, the infected demigod named Chongos was also observing the strange orc in front of him with the help of the Puppet Eye.

After discovering that this giant beast was not a green-skinned orc, but had a layer of green paint on its body, Chongos first glared at Nasus with disgust, and then, as if trying to suppress his nausea, he asked arrogantly:
"Would you like to try to cooperate?"

Nasus was stunned by my question. Before he could even laugh, he saw the puppet on the other side retreat behind the scenes, and a giant chicken that was at least seven meters tall walked out:

"Don't pretend with me. Although you don't believe in the Four-Armed Emperor, I can see that you are a subordinate of that lord. I am not the eldest son of the Corpse Emperor. I can also use the Kara network. Since we both have four arms, we can have a good talk.

As long as you are willing to command your orc army to protect my hive and the Astra Militarum headquarters, we can stop fighting among ourselves and kill those damn green-skinned orcs and Eldar first.

There is even a peerless strong man who can pin you to the ground. Don't you want to prove your strength to that master?"

Nasus’ smile disappeared, and he immediately put on a silly face, and asked in a stuttering low Gothic language:

"Why is this happening? Why should I trust you?"

Upon hearing this, the giant gene-infected creature seemed to be enraged by Nasus’s stupidity. Its ferocious inverted triangle-shaped face showed a very human expression of anger. After gritting its teeth and remaining silent for a long time, it said angrily:
“Forty years ago, I came to this world on a merchant ship, thinking that I could infect the inhabitants of the planet. In fact, I did it, but the problem was that some bastard believed in the evil god, opened a subspace portal, and summoned the Nurgle demons.

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It wouldn't have been a big deal, I learned something called Chaos Prevention and Handling Ethics through the Kara Network, and then those damn greenskins came and ruined all my plans.

What’s even more damning is that a year ago, a group of Eldar suddenly appeared out of nowhere and told my puppet that this planet was originally a virgin world of the Eldar. They were very arrogant and wanted to form an alliance with me, saying that they wanted to force the green-skinned orcs to retreat. ”

"So you agreed?" Nasus asked his doubts at the right time like an audience member.

“No, I arranged an ambush at the cooperation ceremony and killed the pointy-eared leader who even I disliked. For the glory of the Four-Armed Emperor, I will never let the aliens taint my world.

That's why we are being hunted by the elite Eldar troops."

"..."

The sudden silence made this alien, who was obviously poisoned by the Kara network, angry, and what made him even more angry was that Nasus burst into wild laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

It’s no wonder that Nasus couldn’t hold it back, it’s because the truth is too magical. You are a genestealer under the Tyranids, a damned alien officially recognized by the Empire, and yet you look down on the Eldar and call others aliens?

Perhaps being laughed at by an orc made this strangely behaving Genestealer angry. He slapped the camera and roared:

"Stop laughing. I won't allow you to insult my beliefs. Tell me straight out loud, will you cooperate?"

After laughing for a long time, just when Nasus could clearly sense that the Genestealer was getting impatient, he stopped laughing, picked up a Rick cigarette, lit it, and responded with a stupid look:

"I recognize your intelligence, let's cooperate!"

(End of this chapter)