The brunette girl in a ponytail navigated the dark and chaotic cabin, and the computer system of the 40K World Realm was not quite the same as the traditional computers she had seen before, and seemed to be composed in part of living beings, which she guessed might be one of the sources of the so-called "mech".

Indeed, after a defection of artificial intelligence in history, traditional electronic intelligence has become a forbidden technique of the Cult of Mechanica. A significant portion of the current human empire's computing systems use wetware, artificially cultivated biological brains. And the same is true of the Titan, the most mass-produced force of the Imperial Mechanica.

A Titan, known as the "Divine Machine", is the ultimate weapon that roams the battlefield, and they are as tall as a giant mountain, and many Titans take thousands of years (or more) to build. Many of the slave laborers in the Casting World Realm could only complete some of these components in their lifetimes, and it would take hundreds of generations to complete the ultimate weapon that represented the wrath of the God Emperor. A Titan needs hundreds of pilots to operate at the same time to move, and the Titan Captain needs to connect his brain with the Titan's nerves, among which there is a clear and unmistakable "machine soul" - the controllers of this Titan for generations, their memories and thoughts are left in the Titan's wet parts, and they are fused into the soul of this god's force.

Due to the first encounter with such a biological computer, Gage was unable to hack in and find a spaceship map or something like that in the first place. But she didn't make any big mistakes along the way in the general direction. By the time she reached the middle of the cabin, she began to encounter scattered orc commandos.

"Roar—"

"See you soon."

The girl raised a shotgun that she had picked up from the dead sailor on the ground, and slammed it into the face of the three-meter-tall green-skinned orc. The guy had a machete in his right hand and a shoddy home-made firearm in his left. After receiving this shot, he didn't die for a while, and he slashed horizontally. The girl made a sideways move, and there was a hoarse grinding sound of metal clashes.

The amount of force is about ...... Two tons is less than a few.

And that's just the strength of the trash fish. The girl couldn't help but grin and smile at a challenge. She rubbed her numb arm, snatched the big pistol from the other party's hand, got into the other's arms and fired two shots in succession. Large-caliber live-fire semi-automatic pistols have a deafening sound and huge recoil, but they are truly powerful.

“First-Blood。”

For the next fifteen minutes, a slender half-silver figure walked through the fighting cabin like a never-ending marble, carrying weapons that could be changed at any time, sometimes orc pistols, sometimes giant machetes. Other times, it's just the usual use of laser rifles and ion rifles, spreading the death of orcs everywhere. The ferocious onslaught of the Greenskin Commandos was almost alleviated by her alone, and although she was unable to take out the orcs in a short period of time, with her help, the Imperial soldiers with heavy casualties had a breather and could reorganize their defenses in a few minutes.

And the real purpose of the mechanical warlock is actually not much different from that of the orcs. The confident girl just wants to find a fight, and then take the opportunity to familiarize herself with the weapons and equipment of this universe - the effect is very significant. In the process, she's figured out the structure of the Imperial ordnance she's been able to receive through the erosion of nanomechanical particles—it's not complicated. Except for the standard energy batteries that she didn't understand.

And the weapons of the orcs are the other extreme, and the construction of each orc gun is almost different! Each gun seemed to be the orc's own talent, with a large number of messy and seemingly useless devices, but surprisingly powerful - it seemed to ...... Not very scientific!

Fifteen minutes later. The girl made her wild way to the rear of the ship, following the traces left by the orcs, and after passing through several layers of airtight doors, she found the passage through which the orcs poured in. This is a large maintenance tunnel. After the ship's hull was destroyed, a large number of orc assault fighters were moored and bolted against this rift.

Look at these rudimentary assault ships suspended in space. The girl thought for a moment. These things don't look very stable, and it is estimated that only stupid and bold orcs dare to sit on these assault airships...... And those who are not afraid of the cosmic vacuum.

"Come on! Forward four! ”

The girl jumps on an assault ship. I fumbled for a moment about the operating system, and then pushed a bone lever.

Boom - a red current erupts from the tail of the five-meter-long crimson assault airship, and the high-powered, wild engine represents the will of its previous owner and spews flames - speed! Speed is joy! Redder! Faster! More Waaaagh! (The most important word in the orc battle cry and language, which can basically refer to all the common words in the life of the orcs, roughly means "here we are.") ）

"Whoaa

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Litter. Lord Iron Skull stood motionless in the captain's room, and as the strongest orc warlord to win the battle between the different orc clans on the planet, Lord Iron Skull believed that he should always maintain the dignity of the boss.

In just forty years, a handful of orcs on this planet have grown up in battle with the Imperial Planet Guard, a natural war race that will quickly learn from each other's knowledge in battle, "rediscovering" the technological knowledge buried in the genes.

In just forty years, they have rapidly evolved from the Stone Age to the power of a great warlord with an interstellar navy. Thanks to the astonishing stupidity of the planet's governor, who has been lying to his superiors about the war in order to avoid appearing incompetent, hoping that the civil war between the orcs will weaken their strength.

When he discovers that the orc clan of the Civil War has a great warlord who has never been more powerful than ever, and technology that is several generations more advanced than before. The terrified Governor and all the high-ranking officials smuggled to another planet in a spaceship, destroying all communication equipment before leaving, so as not to reveal their whereabouts. Only the desperate Planetary Defense Force was left hopelessly resisting the orc tide and being torn to shreds years later.

After unifying the planet known as Grea III, litter. Lord Iron Skull soon discovers a vital existential issue for the Greenskins:

Not. Yes. Frame. Beat. Finish!!!

The Skill Boys of the entire planet are gathered under the command of the Blind Skill Tyrant and begin to work together to build a large warship that can be used to cross the universe. The legendary Ultimate Orc Starship Ancient Giant Garbage requires relatively rare materials, so His Excellency Iron Skull had to retreat and just find an asteroid to transform and transform.

After about a few months of tinkering, the Great Technosaurus finally figured out a large beast gravitational traction device, and through the small spaceship left behind by the Imperial Army, the flying boys successfully dragged an asteroid to the low Earth orbit of Grea III, and began a large-scale transformation project.

On the first trial voyage, he encountered the Hopper, and the Iron Skull King immediately made up his mind to grab it!

"Iron Skull King!"

The messenger cringed as he creed.

"Yes, yes, yes...... There was ......"

"YO, you're fucking big!" Iron Skull kicked the fart out of the jaw for several meters, and the latter fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth.

Herald No. 2 was frightened, but he still climbed forward and reported the news:

"Iron Skull King, there is ...... There is one! There is an assault ship flying ...... Fly Fly Fly Fly is back! ”

"Fly your mother's head!" Iron Skull pinched it into a small ass cake with one claw, "No, wait, what did you just say?" ”

"That...... Iron Skull King, they say...... An assault ship flew back, and a dead bone jumped from it, and it was beating up our men. The Great Skill Bully fooled around, shielding his face with a pure gold shield, and walked up tremblingly.

"Oh! It's worthy of being foolish, and the words are smooth and smooth! Iron Skull knocked the Adamantite Shield away with one claw, and yelled at the wrench and smashed his face into it, "But such an obvious thing, will I not know what the Iron Skull King will do?!" Bring sand to the beach! ”

"No, wait a minute, a dead bone came here to stir up something...... Let the wise Iron Skull King think about it......" His Excellency Iron Skull frowned, feeling that the case was not pure, he pondered for about five minutes, and finally came to a wise conclusion, "Ha Lu Ha Wow haha haha ha ”

"Worthy of the Iron Skull King! So wise! is simply a great sage among the orcs, an intellectual realm that no beast can reach, and a divine envoy sent down from heaven by the second brother Mao (the gods of the orcs are called Brother Mao and Brother Mao)! "The fact that a harsh environment can teach a simple orc to make a sycophant is undoubtedly a powerful argument for the theory of social evolution.

"O little ones! Get out of the way of it, and let the king face off against this dead bone! Look at me and pinch it into scrap iron slag! ”

Five minutes later, the mechanic sorcerer gasped and rushed into what was actually a small square called the Captain's Room, and saw hundreds of orcs in a circle, leaving an opening, and in the middle, His Excellency Iron Skull was standing in the center of the field with his chest folded.

"Come on! Bold dead bones! For your boldness, the Iron Skull King will accompany you in a fight! Howl at me, little ones! ”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaagh！！” The greenskins brandished their weapons and roared in unison. This biological energy gathered into some kind of psionic power, making the Iron Skull, who was already a behemoth, look greener, bigger, and stronger.

"Tsk......" The mechanical warlock jumped into the arena briskly, raising his machete to aim at Lord Iron Skull, "You are the leader of this group of orcs?!" ”

"It's me!"

"Well, I'm here to fight with you!"

"That's really the case!!" Fool yelled in shock.

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PS: The dead bones that the greenskins are talking about are ancient mechanical undead known as the "Death-Dreaders". (To be continued......)