Everyone knows that the greenskins are definitely not an honest and self-contained race.

They are born to fight in their bones, and their desire to fight is deeply ingrained in the genes of each individual of their species, constantly spurring them to find new battles to satisfy themselves.

Although it is unknown what the group of people in power used to pacify the greenskins next door, Mueller believes that they can easily ignite the crumpy explosive barrels with a small spark.

The human checkpoint has no way to pass through with its chitin, and when all humans have evacuated this world and Oster Star is completely taken over by the Greenskins, they will have nowhere to hide as human chicken thieves.

So they had to attack the Greenskins already stationed on Oster, annoy the aliens, and then channel them to take their anger out on the evacuated humans, so as to throw the situation into chaos, and he and his family could fight for a chance to survive.

It's not a difficult thing to do.

They're there to raise the fire, not to bring down the greenskins.

So even though the cunning commander had cleared a piece of the continent for the Greenskins to settle in, he moved the evacuated native inhabitants of the continent to another location and then evacuated, thus separating the humans from the Greenskins and avoiding conflict between the two sides.

But Greenskin's anger won't make any sense to you, and it won't be easily quelled. As long as they attack the Greenskins as humans, the enraged orc warlords will surely retaliate against the humans afterwards - which is completely predictable.

After the plan was formulated, Muller and his family chose a dark and windy night, secretly boarded the Central Continent where the orcs were stationed, and then cautiously touched the location of the alien.

They had locked on to a greenskin stronghold near the outskirts of the army, stationed in a small town, and it looked like it was only about a thousand men, about the same number as they were.

The Greenskins love to fight, but they are not good at military discipline, and it is too difficult for them to keep those guys on their toes at all times, to guard against enemies who don't know when, and maybe even never.

Therefore, in a non-war state, their sentinels are lazy and lazy, which can be said to be full of flaws.

This is simply the blessing of the god of ten thousand arms, and the enemy is not prepared to attack in a complete state, and Muller and his family will not lose too much strength because of this operation, which means that they will have more people to witness the arrival of the savior.

Finally, they got close enough.

The patriarch unleashed the psionic link and sent the order to attack to the minds of every member of the sect, and the genestealers roared and rushed into the greenskin's stronghold.

It was a sudden attack, and the orc boys in the stronghold were caught off guard, and they didn't even have the courage to fight back, so they abandoned their positions and fled to the rear in a panic, and the genestealers advanced in the stronghold, and for a time no force could stop them from charging.

Ahead of the curve, they slaughtered all the enemies they saw in front of them, roaring gunfire rang out everywhere, and a large number of bullets were swept indiscriminately towards the fleeing figures.

Each orc hut was stuffed with a hot bomb, and the violent explosion directly flattened those buildings, and the orcs in it, who were still confused, would not have any chance to resist, and the resulting fire illuminated the otherwise silent and dark night.

The stronghold became chaotic for a while, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

It wasn't until the night was dispersed by the flames of war that the genestealers began to see what they had achieved.

Their charge was indeed fierce, and the enemy was caught off guard and unable to organize any effective resistance, but not many greenskins died in their hands, and the only corpses of the enemy that were exposed were a few slower boys and butts, and a hundred or so enraged Scroogs. In other words, the massacre they expected did not occur.

They must have all been killed in the hut by a molten bomb, Müller thought, though he couldn't smell the thick smell of burnt meat in the air.

It's just a raid on a green-skinned stronghold, and those reckless men with impressive IQs have no heart, what can go wrong?

But the signs that are displayed around you tell the story of everything that is unusual.

Without waiting for Muller to think carefully, in the next second, a violent gunfire rang out from all directions, and countless bullets rained down from the ruins, aiming at them.

The genestealers were caught off guard, losing more than a hundred members in the first wave alone.

What's going on?

How could there be greenskins in a hut that had been blown to ruins by a molten bomb, and there were so many of them?

Unless the greenskins weren't in there......

Unless they've built a massive grid of tunnels underground, and the houses above are just bunkers.

Muller's eyes widened in a sudden realization, and his expression was full of incredulity.

Greenskin's next offensive confirmed his suspicions.

Countless orc boys rushed out of the unknown, giving the impression that the scale was at least three thousand or more.

Organized and disciplined, they surrounded the daring intruders in the fastest way possible, and poured fire on them in a frenzy, killing the genestealers in pieces, and the situation took a turn for the worse in an instant.

"No...... That's impossible! ”

Mueller lost his voice.

Obviously he was just running to make a fire, but now he was in danger of being wiped out, and he couldn't figure out why things had developed like this.

"Patriarch, we should ......"

Muller called out to the multi-armed deformed creature who looked completely different from him, but was his blood relative and the head of the family, and hoped that the patriarch would guide him through this most critical moment, just as he had done countless times before.

However, in the next second, he felt the disappearance of the patriarch from the spiritual level.

Muller looked panicked into the middle of the battlefield, where a powerful orc leader was trying to pull out his own battle axe that had slashed into the body of his enemy, and the poor hacked man was the leader of their genestealers, and he was now lifeless.

It's all over now.

Mueller, who had lost his patriarch, was like he had lost his backbone, and all that was left in his mind was fear and panic.

But the mighty orc leader didn't stop, slashing and slashing his dear family all the way until he was in front of him.

"You ...... You orcs have fallen into the trap of our humans, and we have deceived you into this world just to bury you, and then take the opportunity to occupy your star sector! ”

Staring at the burly enemy in front of him, Muller staggered.

Even if he himself is already dead at this moment, if other family members are lucky enough to escape, he must create a chance for their survival.

He's going to have to keep provoking the orcs to attack the humans.

"The trap of the shrimp? Do you deserve to be called a shrimp too? Iron Sheet came up to Muller and tore off his hood, revealing the chitin skull that had been covered underneath, "The shrimp traitor who took refuge in the bugs, the shameless chicken thief, dares to splash other people's dirty water here!" ”

"This ...... How could it be ......"

Muller couldn't understand why these supposed stupid orcs had become so clever that they could have calculated them in reverse.

An inexplicable sense of fear suddenly entangled in his heart.

"I don't understand you like this, the Green Prophet has long been aware of your plans, so your actions will definitely fail."

Iron Hide grabbed the chicken thief in front of him and said with a smile.

"Green, Green Prophet?"

Mueller pondered the greenskins in his mind, confirming that he had never heard such a term, but he had a vague feeling that all the variables on Oster were the work of this man—a terrible monster that had gone beyond his plan.

"That's right. He is the Great Green Prophet, and he has calculated everything, and no small action of yours can escape his eyes. He will lead us to overthrow your despicable master and achieve absolute victory in this war! ”

Iron Sheet said proudly.

"No...... You won't succeed. ”

Mueller said, but his tone was mixed with irrepressible horror.

"Won't work out? Look who loses now and doesn't even have pants left! Your master will end up in the same fate as you! ”

Ironhide pinched Muller's neck and smiled cruelly at his face.

"No...... You can't ...... God of Ten Thousand Arms...... He will ......"

Little by little, Ironhide exerted the force in his hand, and Mueller gradually suffocated, unable to make a sound.

"That's right." Ironhide followed up on Müller's words, "He will surely taste defeat." He would lose all but to let out an angry and impotent roar in the void. ”

Ironskin's words were like a punch to Müller's heart, and the boundless fear that spread was like a swamp full of darkness that wanted to drown him.

Finally, with a crisp crack of bones, the life of Muller the Gene Stealer came to an end, and in the end he could not wait for the redemption of the God of Ten Thousand Arms, as did his family, the orc boys killed them, and none of them escaped.

Soon, the encirclement and suppression of the gene stealers was over, and such a clean victory made the boys enthusiastic, and they shouted the names of the second brother Mao and the green prophet, and their voices resounded in the sky.

"Alright, you guys, you all know the Green Prophet's orders, drag these chicken thieves out and grind them into powder and sprinkle them into the dirt, so we'll have more boys to fight with!"

Ironhide stopped the boys' revelry and commanded.

The battle with the bugs is about to break out, and it must be ready at all times.