Combat Psyker, Think Tank, Star Whisperer, Navigator...... Wait, the Empire has a long history of using psionics.

The Astral Court trains psionics recruited from all over the empire, and while most will lose their lives in the brutal course of apprenticeship, those who pass the test can become legitimate psionics.

The Psionic Academy, as the training institution of the Star Language Court, was established in large numbers after Sivir began to lead the empire, and the organizational structure became more and more large.

The focus of countless Starwhisperers has shifted from maintaining the Empire's psionic communications network to teaching the young psionics how to control and extend their power in the service of the Empire.

They represent the future of humanity: humanity will evolve into the ideal creature, a stronger, intelligent, capable life form.

But what happened on the planets where the psionic awakening took place proved that relying only on the training of the psionics, relying on the psionics' own will, is like a boat sailing on the sea.

If everything is normal and the sea is calm, then even a small boat can lead its passengers across the ocean. But beneath that sea level, there are several behemoths ready to stir up the wind and waves.

In the face of strong winds and waves, or undercurrents and whirlpools, the boat is a little weak.

Even Sivir could not have given all humans the strength and willpower to resist demonic temptation or forcible possession under normal circumstances.

But while it can't strengthen the boats themselves, Sivir can send some giant warships to escort them.

When a behemoth from the bottom of the sea appears, you can rely on these giant warships to repel it.

At the same time, Sivir can also send rescue boats that can pick someone up from the icy, bottomless ocean when they fall into the deep sea from a small boat.

Sivir can also have some of the ships in charge of checking the status of these small boats, and in case of any incidents, they will quickly report to the giant warships and rescue ships.

With the help of these means, even the passengers on the small boat can survive even the biggest storms and waves.

Under Sivel's orders, the psionic beacons built in the various star fields of the empire are a kind of "giant warships" that combine many of the above functions.

At this time, a total of seven psionic beacon sites were being built in various star fields of the empire.

With the exception of the Extreme Field, the remaining four Fields each have a Psionic Beacon base site, and the Extreme Star Field, which is the largest range, has three Psionic Beacon base sites.

The Psionic Beacon Site is the first phase of the Psionic Beacon, which will be used to house millions of engineers and powerful psionics who will work together to build the monostructure as a complete Psionic Beacon is built.

After completing this phase, the Empire's engineers and psionics have begun to build the Minaret of the Psionic Beacon, the first part of the powerful galactic lighthouse, where weak subspace energy has manifested within the construct.

These psionic beacons are actually a complete psionic beacon, a galactic lighthouse, which is essentially the same as the Empire's torch at this time. With these psionic beacons, it will be more difficult for the evil creatures in the subspace to exert influence on the people of the Empire.

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"Boss! Mud look! How about this?"

"How many times! Call me a prophet!"

A green-skinned orc excitedly held something in front of the Pink Body, the Orc Prophet, and the Chosen One of the Great Didi's Second Brothers.

But it was clear that what he had presented did not make the bored Calassa feel better.

So Calassa found a lame reason, beat him hard, and told him to get out.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the orc boy, Calasa, who was originally depressed, felt a little happy at this time.

But seeing that there was no one around, he stepped forward and quietly picked up the thing that had fallen to the ground due to the orc boy's hasty escape—a hairy Scott, which was a type of orc Sgoog

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The Scroogs, short for the Scroog Beasts, are the simplest Oak-like life forms that have existed among the Greenskins since ancient times.

Despite the ferocity of these creatures, most of the time they lack intelligence.

In the orc ecosystem, each Scroog assumes a role of some kind and forms a strange symbiosis with various orc-like creatures: some Scroogs are used as a source of leather or food, others as terrifying pets, and the largest can even be used as mounts on the battlefield.

There are so many types of Scroogs that they can satisfy almost every need of an orc.

They serve as part of a simple portable orc ecosystem to maintain the stability of the greenskin species during and around interstellar travel, and it is thanks to the variety of Skoogs that the orc race has been able to successfully conquer most of the galaxy.

And at this time, what was held in Kalasa's hand was a special kind of Scroog - Hair Sgoog.

In general, orcs are hairless creatures. They don't have the hair on their bodies like humans do.

However, some Imperial soldiers have seen some orcs with rich hair or beards, and they walk around the battlefield with strange hairstyles.

The secret is in these Sgoogs.

The haired Sgouge breed is characterized by a small body, with a head consisting mainly of small claws and a mouth full of small fangs.

The most distinctive feature of this creature is that it has long tufts of hair, which are usually brightly colored. The orcs bred these skugs in large numbers to provide the orcs themselves with wigs for mop heads, cockscombs, and other hairstyles.

The fart servants would place the scrook on their master's bald head, and the scrooggs would grab the orc's head and dig it in with their teeth and claws. The wig Scroog, who feeds on orc skin, can live there indefinitely.

Some orcs will only use a giant Scroog to complete a large ponytail, while others will use hundreds of Scroogs to make a complete hair transplant.

Orcs may also color them to increase brightness, so orcs can choose from a variety of desired colors and styles, which they often use to indicate their tribe and clan.

Other uses include the use of their hair for sewing. Orcs would joke with human captives that they couldn't understand why their wigs, Scroog, were so small and pale.

The inability to comprehend the value of such creatures is another reason why orcs think humans are super stupid.

With the fur Scroog presented by the orc boy, Calassa made his way to a room.

There was a dilapidated but still huge mirror that could reflect the whole body of Calassa.

He placed Scrooge the Hair on his head, and then the fangs of the Scroog the Hair bit Calassa's scalp, and the teeth were deeply embedded in the scalp, holding himself firmly on the top of Kalash's head.

As a result, Calasa, who had been bare on his head, now had a beautiful strand of hair.

But Calassa stood in front of the mirror and looked left and right, and the glimmer of pleasure in his heart that had just finished beating the orc boy had disappeared, and had turned to anger and irritation.

In anger, he pulled the hairy Scroog off his head, and a small part of his scalp was removed along with him.

As an orc prophet and the war boss of countless orcs, Calassa is either driving those chaotic forces every day, or thinking about where to go next.

This kind of life is aaagh to the extreme for any orc, and it is already the pinnacle of life.

But Calassa, who has this life, is still not satisfied. He also has his own troubles.

Through a wonderful ritual, when Calasa communicated with the second brother Didi on a certain occasion, he unconsciously touched his head due to confusion.

And this touch didn't matter, and an idea suddenly appeared in Calassa's heart.

It's not that Calassa's confusion has disappeared, it's that he thinks he should have a haircut worthy of his status and identity.

No one can figure out the magical brain circuitry of the orcs.

But when Calasa looked at the two gods in front of him, at their beautiful black and thick hair, and stroked his bare head with one hand, the thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

And as a powerful orc warlord, if Kalassa thinks of anything, there will be countless orc boys under his command to help him complete it.

"Well, Enuman, your hair is good."

"Well, Volha, your hair is pretty good."

When the orcs under Calasa saw their boss pointing at the few hairs on their heads, they looked at the bare top of Kalasa's head, and immediately understood what to do.

But when they offered the many haired Sgurgs to Calassa, Calassa still looked at their heads with bad intentions.

I'm sorry, but with a big fist is the ability to do whatever you want.

The orcs had to endure the pain of removing the hair from their heads, and the pain they endured was not only physical, but also psychological.

However, they had no choice, and if they didn't remove the hair from their heads, then Calassa might come and remove the hair from their heads, along with their heads.

But these still did not satisfy Calassa, and after trying all kinds of hair skoogers, Calassa still did not find a hairstyle that could match his own.

This made the boredom in his heart accumulate more and more day by day.

What could be scarier than an orc warlord? Answer: An angry orc warlord.

Both for the enemy and for the orc boys under the orc warlords.

Therefore, the men of Calassa did their best to meet Calassa's demands, just to appease his anger. But none of the hairy Scroogs could satisfy Calassa, which made his anger grow.

No, it still doesn't work.

Standing in front of the mirror, Calassa roared, how to find a hair that suits him Scroog is so difficult!

Isn't it possible that you want to live bare for the rest of your life!

That kind of thing... Don't!

Calassa was furious, and he needed to vent.

And nothing could release the emotions in his heart more than an aaagh.

Under the convening of Calasa, countless orcs gathered and launched a massive aaagh against the forces of chaos!

Those Chaos Space Marines never dreamed that the reason they were invaded by orcs was because an orc warlord couldn't find the right hair. It turned out to be due to the fact that the emperor and Sivel's hair was black and shiny, and it was lush and thick.

Soon, though, a Chaos Space Marines will realize this.

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Orcs still rampant through the chaotic worlds of subspace, either in the distant wilderness or in the depths of the planet they occupy.

The cry of his throat was blown in the hot wind along with the challenge of the Pink Kalazar's troops, filling the stench of ash and charred flesh.

However, the commotion in the distance soon disappeared into a haze, as everywhere as the wind.

In a Chaos Fortress, a soldier of the Black Legion lies on his bedside.

"Lord Abaddon, the Ultramarines have hit our doorstep."

"If you don't rise up, the empire will destroy us!"

"Brothers, we are waiting for you to rise up and lead us to destroy the Puppet Emperor!"

"You can't just go down like this!"

"Woooooooooo

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At the time of the Fourth Black Crusade, Abaddon was severely wounded by Sivir. Although he woke up on the way and successfully retreated with the Black Legion to the Eye of Fear.

But upon returning to the Eye of Fear, Abaddon fell back into a coma, and has not yet recovered.

And at this time, those Chaos Space Marines finally realized Abaddon's

Important, facts have proved that it is really impossible for any force to do without a unified leadership.

The original empire was not good, and the current chaos space marines are even more not. Without Abaddon's management, not to mention the Chaos Space Marines, even the Black Legion is constantly fighting internally.

Although the Chaos Space Marines were temporarily united under the threat of the orcs at this time, they still lacked a unified command.

Now everyone in the Chaos Space Marines is looking forward to Abaddon's return like lightning.

Perhaps it was the inner begging of many Chaos Space Marines who heard the cry of the warrior of the Black Legion.

Abaddon reopened his eyes.

He glared into his eyes, looked at the Chaos Warrior and said,

"The Ultramarines have hit the doorstep? What do you mean?"

"Tell me more!"

"Balabala ......"

"Huh? What do orcs shout for the emperor to fight us?"

"Balabala ......"

"Huh? What does it mean for a Space Marine to turn into an orc and wear power armor to fight us?"

"Balabala ......"

After listening to the Chaos Warrior summarize what had happened during his time in a coma, Abaddon felt that he might as well die at the hands of Sivir.

When he awoke, Abaddon could feel his strength waning. The deep wounds he had suffered in that duel with Sivir did not heal well.

He touched his chest, his skin was knotted and scarred. The flesh is tight and the muscles are stiff.

But at this point he had to get back on his feet.

After all, he is a chaos commander who has won all battles!

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