"The conflict between the Space Necro Free Men and the Greenskins is intensifying."

After Henriette sat down, Geisleyson, the head of the mechanical department, stood up and projected a dozen holograms above the round table at the same time, revealing the middle-aged man's capable style in a seamless debriefing.

The images were clearly recorded from different devices, and some flickered, and one could barely see the crooked orc warships swarming in the space of floating fine particles, and sometimes three or two blurred black shadows rushed through them, almost as fast as a thin black line, but each time the black line was crossed, it was accompanied by the sinking and explosion of at least one orc warship.

Some of them are clearly anomalous, captured by the tachyon sensors mounted in the observation stations arranged by the Order of Truth, and in these clear projection videos, even the human eye can clearly see the black lines of destruction of those dragons, which are space necromantic attack ships that use inertial engines to raid orc fleets.

"At the beginning of the collision, the greenskinned migratory force briefly overpowered the few ships of the Space Necro Free Men with their size advantage. Soon, however, the Necrons began to use their superiority in mobility and weapon hardware to wage guerrilla warfare against the orcs.

This buys them time to awaken the Catacomb world. ”

As he spoke, Geiss Raisson maximized a holographic projection to the center of the table.

In the picture is a collapsing nest capital, and the sharp sound of metal cracking and heart-rending screams and wails have been downplayed in the post-stage, otherwise it would be too terrifying. Towering minarets crumbled and collapsed under the violent movement of the earth's crust, poisonous sulfides were scattered everywhere, and cyan morbid flames burst out from every corner, like a post-apocalyptic scene.

"This was taken by our monk on the spot through genetic camouflage mixed into the nest capital of the Vidal Star Zone, and the picture is a little blurry due to local conditions, please forgive me."

As he spoke, Gath Raisson switched his projection perspective to space, offering an orbital view of the Imperial colony that was on its way to destruction. Massive blackstone structures flashed out of the bulging crust, and toxic lava flowed down the living metal shells of the ships and pyramids, like a giant beast kicking out of its shell.

"As you can see, this is a world of catacombs that is waking up. There are three worlds like this, two of which are in the barren area on the edge of the sector, and one is colonized by the Human Empire, and it is in the picture at the moment. ”

These three tomb worlds all belong to the "Sotek" dynasty, and after sleeping for thousands of years, they are awakened by the followers of clay artists.

"It is worth mentioning that there is evidence that two of the Tomb Worlds appear to be in a state of hostility to each other, both of them have just woken up and hastily mobilized their armies to fight each other, but the conflict came to an abrupt end when the two Tomb Worlds came into contact with the Free Men Organization, the Space Necrons with True Souls."

"At the cost of 7 small scout ships, we got further information: the Space Necro Free Guys, that is, the followers of the Clay Artists, performed some kind of super-giant subspace-related ritual in the Three Tombs World, covering the entire planet, and all members of the Tomb World participated without exception."

"The freeman calls this ritual ascension."

Soaring...... Grey Wind's brow furrowed slightly, a little curious, the word reminded her of some very old memories.

Looking at the round table again, the head of machinery removed the projection of the collapse of the nest, and instead maximized a rather spectacular picture of a naval battle in space: huge fortresses, sharp warships lined up to fill the field of vision, and forces from three different tomb worlds united by a common belief towards the beating of gongs and drums among the stars, rock and roll all the way!! The green tide that came over. The long whip of particles dances back and forth between noise and silence.

"The space necromancers baptized by the Ascension Ritual have become fanatical believers in clay artists, standing alongside the Free Men Organization to spread the e-gospel."

Gaiss Raison said calmly:

"The Free Men are expanding much faster than we had previously anticipated, and all of the Tomb Worlds are almost awakened to submission. There is reason to believe that the beliefs of the clay artists will override the original supreme authority of the Feared Dead, the Council of the Three Saints, and complete the unification of all the necrons in the galaxy through a religious movement, thus giving birth to a behemoth that spans the starry sky. ”

As the words fell, the two supervisors and the two deputy managers at the round table all turned their eyes to Russell, who was sitting in the main seat.

"So what should we do, leader?"

Is it to take a quick action to kill this great threat to the future before the clay artists' electronic beliefs have assimilated too much of the Tomb world and the Free Men Organization has not really grown?

Or does the leader have other plans?

"......" Russell thought for a moment and didn't make a decision immediately: "What about the orcs?" I need to get the details of this Greenskin Migration before I can really make a decision. ”

"Sorry! I was negligent......" Gaisley Sen hurriedly confessed.

He then put away the war projection playing above the round table and sat back down, replacing him with the deputy head of the biology department and standing up for the next report.

For the abstract psionic mushroom between animals, plants, and fungi, the Ministry of Biology is still a more professional counterpart.

"During this time, we have been entering and analyzing the research books on alien languages left by the Inquisition of the Human Empire, and now the results are beginning to show that our linguists have been able to translate the everyday language of the greenskins with relatively accurate accuracy, and have extremely limited communication with them."

"Getting to the point."

“…… Good. In short, by listening to the Greenskins' daily communication and secretly capturing orc captives for torture, we finally know what the purpose of this Greenskins migration across the Far East Star Region is. The deputy director of biology paused at this point, and then continued:

"—the Great Khan."

"Great Khan?" Russell raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of understanding: "Tell me more." ”

The deputy director of biology nodded: "The massive greenskins of this migration can be roughly divided into 3 camps, namely: the Steelbone Clan ruled by the Supreme Greenskin Overlord 'Maurius', the Skull-Crushing Clan ruled by the Greenskinned Supreme Commander 'Smashing Galto', and the Bloodtooth Clan ruled by the undefeated Greenskinned Generalissimo 'Dolchos'.

According to the confession of the Greenskinned Psionic Boy we captured, the rulers of these three clans were inspired on the same day by Brother Gang or Brother Mao, the supreme deity of the Greenskin Faith.

The three green-skinned big guys issued a joint statement, declaring that Brother Engage and Brother Mao will choose one of the strongest, the strongest, the most domineering, the fiercest, the coolest, the most dazzling, the most ruthless, the greenest, and the most waaagh!! ——waaagh!!! Waaagh!! - the Great Khan of the Orcs, and bestows upon him the supreme authority over all the greenskins of the galaxy.

To claim the throne of the Great Khan, the Greenskins must lead their troops to a planet called 'Ulanor', where they will participate in the grandest waaagh in history!! Carnival. The greenskins will play happily under the watchful eyes of Brother Gang and Brother Mao to determine the final winner and sit on the 'Khan Throne'. ”

Greenskin's abstract grammar and diction made the deputy creature in charge of the narrative a little nervous, but fortunately he managed to hold on, and finally concluded:

"All in all, it's not just the three Greenskin clans in the Far Eastern Star Domain who are vying for the Khan's throne, but all the orcs in the entire galaxy are migrating towards Ulanor."

- This has been verified, and the Starclaw Warband in the Badab system sent a message not long ago, saying that the greenskin pirates in the area they are stationed in have suddenly decreased to the point that they are difficult to detect.

Grey Wind thought of more:

"It's no wonder that when I was in the Aurora system before, Maurius, who had just entered the battlefield, suddenly led his troops to retreat, this is not like the style of the green-skinned orcs born for war."

It turned out to be fighting for the throne of the Khan.

(End of chapter)