Soon, the Green Prophet's conscription order spread throughout the Greenskin world.

The extreme fanaticism for war has caused all orc powerhouses to respond to the call to travel to Oster Star at the cost of thousands of light-years to join this mythical great green tide.

"You can't, bastards, as long as the Green Prophet is such a tall orc, you are obviously not strong enough!"

In a certain orc world, the boss in charge of recruiting soldiers pasted ten leaflets together vertically as a standard to test the height of the big guy.

There are countless orc boys in the galaxy, and Wei Mu can't have them all.

"I'm just a little bit, just a little bit!" One of the boys pleaded bitterly.

"That's right, Second Brother Mao won't care about this detail!" Another kid followed suit.

"Shut up, bastards, the Green Prophet has brought us the most exciting and exciting super waaagh! , Not all orcs can join it, you guys who don't meet the standards still go to the battle on your own, don't put this on the big plan of messing with the Green Prophet! The boss relentlessly refused.

Things have come to this point where the words of the Green Prophet have become a truth for orcs, and no orc dares to disobey them.

So for such a result, the orc boys were extremely disappointed but helpless, so they could only turn their grief and anger into fists and pour them on the other boys around them, which led to one large brawl after another.

If you are lucky, the orcs who can still stand at the end of the brawl will quickly expand their physique because of this victory, and then obtain the qualification to go on the ship, which can be regarded as a means to change their lives against the sky.

As for the orcs who were already up to the standard in physique, they were covered in all kinds of scrap metal and killing weapons, which were all their belongings, and they happily walked into the battleship, and they couldn't wait to go to the bug's house and kick the devourer's ass.

The summoned farts will also take an exam, and the boss in charge of the question will randomly select two numbers from the ninety-nine multiplication formula table and multiply them, and only the correct calculation of the farts can follow along the spaceship.

The benefit of test-oriented education is not how much practical things can be learned, but the ability to sift out the bright ones from the vast crowd. In order to cope with the brutal battle that follows, Wei Mu needs those witty fart spirits.

And after the conscription of a region is completed, almost all the elite forces of the local greenskin tribes, as well as their net worth and wealth, are all withdrawn from the original world and thrown into the rolling green tide.

So in fact, in the current Octarius Star Zone, the strength of the orcs is even much weaker than before the invasion of the Leviathan Hive fleet.

If you really count it, the human side will lose the three worlds that were used as battlefields, and a crisis that could shake the foundations of the empire will be resolved.

The judges were in a dream about such an outcome.

In fact, they also want to witness the development of all this, and they want to see the final curtain call of this operation with their own eyes - it is a supreme honor to be able to participate in such an exciting event, even if they know that there are nine deaths ahead.

However, the situation here is too bizarre, and in order to avoid a miscalculation of the situation caused by the Empire, they must report the news to the Terra government as soon as possible.

Therefore, after the swarm crisis was resolved, the two Inquisitors hurried back to the human world.

After several months of continuous recruitment, Wei Mu successfully absorbed all the elite greenskins in the surrounding star regions, and at this time, the army under his command already had more than 120,000 super-heavy bosses, tens of billions of orcs, and a fully integrated battle moon.

This is a powerful force that is enough to shock the stars, an invincible and invincible army, as if it was a heavy punch personally swung by the green-skinned god Mao Second Brother, no matter who stands in front of him, there is only a dead end.

And for such a super force, the fear of abuse is very urgent to challenge.

This was not only because of the Blood God's desire to hunt down the strong, but also because one of his armies had suffered a great loss here before.

The blood debt must be paid with blood.

The Lord of Skulls has deployed troops in the Brass Fortress, and the eight bloodthirsty demons and their demon legions are on the lookout.

They are ready to pour out their anger on mortals who don't know what to do, and they can't wait to take off the heads of their enemies for the gods they serve.

However, just as the army was about to depart, the Blood God's realm was suddenly attacked by the Tzeentch, Sanesh, and Nurgle armies. An army led by the Demon Lord of Change, the Guardian of the Secret, and the Great Impure has marched into the arena of the Blood God.

They plan to join forces and smash the house of the Hormonist.

The meaning of the other three is already obvious, the bugs are the top predators from the extragalactic galaxy, and they are in competition with their subspace creatures in terms of positioning, and the giant flesh and blood building that the hive will will build on the planet called Ziafria is definitely not a good thing, and someone really needs to go over to rectify it.

The evil god's troops, the Natiamat Hive Fleet, must have no choice, first, the demons are naturally at a disadvantage in the physical universe, second, the hive will itself can produce huge subspace shadows, and third, the flesh and blood building on Ziafria is releasing powerful spiritual energy every moment, which is not conducive to the demons' actions against that world.

Since these mortals have the ability and willingness to deal with their competitors, it is natural that it is good for everyone to let them go like this, but don't do anything about them halfway.

For the attitude of those three families, the fear of abuse was extremely angry.

Although the Blood God was adept at warfare, he could not fight the three Chaos Evil Gods at the same time on his own, so he had to abandon his original plan to intercept and kill him, and instead vent his anger on the enemies who invaded his territory.

So, in the arena of the blood god, the great game of the gods began again.

Countless horrific vamplitists have followed suit, slicing through the flesh of their foes with their flaming swords of hell.

Swarms of Nurgle toads gulp pustules in their mouths, trying to spread the virulent germ across the battlefield.

Tzeentch's pink dreador sings of magic, unleashing a terrifying scream of psionic energy.

And the demon of Slaaneshville is a dexterous body, harvesting one life after another on the battlefield.

The Chaos Champions warriors battle each other in the realm of the Blood God, trying to please the gods they serve with their brilliant achievements, as is usually the case every day in the subspace.

Of course, Wei Mu must not have known about these things that happened in the Sea of Souls.

He took all the orc powerhouses he had assembled under his command and ascended to the giant battle moon, with Ironhide at the helm, Green Finch at the helm, Stern and Mor at the side, Java with Java on the side, Slay Beast Bo on standby—a great waaagh with the goal of defeating the gods!