Countless metal scraps had been crudely welded together, forming towers and platforms of varying heights.
This was the Iron City where Orks gathered.
Countless Orks lived here, forming a simple society dominated by war. Massive factories spewing black smoke roared day and night, producing all kinds of weapons and equipment. Giant statues such as Iron Cans, Mao King Kong, and Lion's Warehouse were scattered among the crude buildings.
The mechanics under the Ork warlord Gulgrog were constantly expanding the Iron City. If they were not eradicated in time, Scrap Iron City would eventually cover the entire planet and transform it into a massive war moon.
Datch had accepted a mission from an Imperial Navy Vice Admiral to annihilate the Orks and was ordered to kill the Ork warlord Gulgrog.
Using his teleport gun, he reached the planet's surface and arrived at Iron City. He then used the Space Stone to open a spatial portal connected to the Throne Room of Terra.
"Heh! Heh! Imperial Custodian Commander, you wouldn't want the old man's Throne Room to be taken by Orks, would you? Come on, obediently bring the Imperial Custodians to the battlefield."
Trajann was powerless in this situation, but all he could do was lead the Custodians to the battlefield.
Datch not only summoned the Imperial Custodians but also Skarbrand, Zarhulash, and other creatures.
He then quickly constructed a massive stage using a mithril pickaxe. Amid the frenzied music echoing across the entire venue, he began his performance.
Datch wore Michael Jackson's "Crazy Dancer" outfit, with light clown makeup on his face. His blood-red lips were split from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks, and his emerald-green hair hung messily over his forehead.
His hands moved rapidly across the turntable. His fingers danced between the platters, tracks, and buttons. His left hand spun the record, creating frenzied and distorted sound effects. His right hand pushed the tracks, raising the rhythm of the music higher and higher, mixing it with the cheers of the audience and the sounds of battle.
The Imperial Custodians swinging their halberds reaped enemy lives one after another. Every strike was precise and lethal. The electrically charged blades of their halberds easily sliced through enemy bodies. Only severed limbs and bloodstains remained where these golden daemons had passed.
Iron City was filled with an enormous number of green-skinned Orks. Their density was extremely high, stretching as far as the eye could see.
However, the music flowing from the DJ turntable had charmed most of the Orks. They could not stop swaying and dancing to the rhythm.
Only a small number of Orks were still fighting the Imperial forces. The rest had become spectators.
…
Deep in the Warp, within the Brass Domain.
Khorne sat upon his brass throne, staring at the scene before him in the real world with an expression of disbelief.
How had the Nameless One turned war and slaughter into a concert?!
How could something like this happen?!
Even if all strategies were exhausted, one might still aim for the top seat in the brass industry.
Khorne: I don't understand. I truly don't understand who the real god of blood and slaughter is.
In front of the unknown, I am as ignorant as a rookie!
…
At that moment, an ear-splitting roar echoed across the battlefield.
That terrifying sound once drowned out even the intense music and shook the entire scrap city.
The Ork warlord Gulgrog strode in with heavy steps, like a moving mountain.
His body was incredibly sturdy, with muscles bulging like hills. One-third of his body had been replaced with steel. Like an octopus, he had multiple mechanical prosthetic limbs embedded in his back, each equipped with various terrifying weapons.
Because of his massive frame, the ground trembled with every step he took.
"Golden shrimp!"
Gulgrog's small eyes glowed bright red like burning coals as he fixed his gaze on the Imperial Custodians. His voice boomed across the battlefield like thunder.
Trajann, commander of the Imperial Custodians, raised his head and stared at the giant, gripping his battle axe tightly.
"Kill him."
Trajann and several Custodians advanced and engaged the Ork warlord.
"WAAAGH—!"
Gulgrog let out a roar and charged.
The two sides clashed, and a fierce battle erupted.
BANG!!
One of the Imperial Custodians was accidentally struck. The tremendous impact sent his body flying backward like a cannonball, smashing through several shacks. The sound of twisting metal was deafening as dust rose into the air.
His breastplate was severely dented, crushing his internal organs, and he kept coughing up blood.
Such injuries would have killed an ordinary human many times over, but the unyielding will of the Custodians far exceeded anyone's imagination.
Therefore, this guard was still alive.
"Pyo—pyo—"
It bounced over to the injured Custodian, stretched out its small hands, and placed them on the guard's chest.
A warm green light, like a tide, radiated from its body and enveloped the Imperial Custodian.
The dented sternum gradually recovered. Broken bones reconnected. Damaged internal organs healed.
A few seconds later, the guard returned to normal.
He quietly stood up, bent down to pick up his dormant halberd, activated it, and charged toward the Ork warlord once more.
The Ork warlord Gulgrog possessed terrifying combat ability and repeatedly broke through the encirclement of Imperial Custodians.
However, Pugh continued treating the injured Custodians, restoring them and sending them back to the front lines.
As time passed, Gulgrog's wounds increased and his movements grew slower and slower.
No matter how strong a warrior he was, he would eventually be worn down by an invincible group of Imperial Custodians.
After a fierce battle, Gulgrog's movements slowed for a moment.
Trajann seized the opportunity and severed Gulgrog's leg with his battle axe. Gulgrog let out a scream of pain and collapsed to the ground.
The other guards charged forward together, swinging their weapons at the Ork warlord and finally taking his life.
With their leader gone, the Orks' morale collapsed. They threw down their weapons and fled.
At that moment, the Imperial forces that had been waiting on standby in orbit immediately joined the battle.
Like a meteor shower, the drop pods streaked through the air with bright trails before crashing to the ground.
Leaderless, the Orks frequently fell into internal conflict as they tried to raise new leaders, like a sandcastle collapsing.
After a series of battles, most of the Orks were killed.
A small number were still hiding, and it would take time to find them.
As the final battle to annihilate the Orks neared its end, a quest prompt slowly appeared in Datch's vision.
[Mission Complete! Congratulations on annihilating the Orks and defeating the Ork warlord Gulgrog.]
[Quest Rewards: 2,300 EXP, 2,300 Points, +500 Reputation, Non-biological Conductor ×1]
A flash of light appeared, and a uniquely shaped baton materialized in Datch's hand.
[Item: Non-biological Conductor. A magical tool from the Doraemon universe.]
This baton allows the user to control inanimate objects at will.
Whether it is a damaged tank, a collapsed building, or rusted parts — as soon as you wave the conductor, they will be given life and obey your commands.
[Review: "With this, you'll never have to hand-wash dirty clothes again."]
Datch wanted to test the item's power. He looked around and turned his gaze toward the battlefield beside him.
Several destroyed Imperial tanks lay tilted on the ground. Their armor was riddled with bullet holes, their tracks were broken, and their barrels were twisted.
Further away, several troop transports were also heavily damaged. Some had overturned, others had been blown in half, and some were still spewing thick smoke.
Datch raised the conductor and waved it lightly.
"Go find someone and repair yourselves."
The moment he finished speaking, a miracle occurred.
The heavily damaged Leman Russ tanks began moving on their own, heading toward a distant Mechanicus base.
The troop transports also started moving again, dragging their wrecked bodies as they searched for oil mechanics to repair them.
The worshippers who were cleaning up the battlefield stared with wide eyes, then all knelt down and continued kneeling toward the departing vehicles.
"The Machine Spirit has manifested! It must be the manifestation of the Machine Spirit!"
"By the Omnissiah, the true Omnissiah!"
"This is truly a miracle."
The worshippers trembled with excitement. Tears welled up in their eyes and streamed down their oil-stained faces.
Datch ignored them. After clearing away the inanimate objects, he looked around.
The battle here was over.
The WAAAGH! expedition launched by the Ork warlord Gulgrog had been stopped.
The Human Imperium had once again achieved a great victory.
The Imperial Custodians gathered, formed ranks, and returned to Terra through the spatial portal.
The maintenance technicians waiting outside immediately began servicing their equipment, replenishing ammunition, allowing them to rest and recover their strength, and preparing them to be ready for battle at any time.
It was unavoidable. The Nameless One would definitely summon them again.
Datch opened the minimap and saw that High Sister Corinne Helesana, who was in charge of one of the Sanctuary Wall projects, had an exclamation mark above her icon.
He took out his teleport gun, set the coordinates, opened a teleport portal, and headed straight for the enemy flagship.
…
Corinne Helesana's flagship was a typical Ecclesiarchy vessel.
The moment he stepped out of the teleport portal, Datch felt a strong religious atmosphere wash over him.
Statues of the Emperor and the Nameless One lined the corridors.
An eternal flame burned in front of each holy statue, with flames flickering inside glass cases and casting a warm glow.
The floor was covered with carpets embroidered with the Emperor's double-headed eagle pattern. They felt soft yet heavy.
The air was filled with the distinctive incense scent of the Ecclesiarchy. A thin mist lingered in the corridors, giving everything a hazy, sacred atmosphere.
It was made from spices collected from holy sites and was said to have the power to purify the soul and drive away evil spirits.
Statues could be seen every few steps — both of the Emperor and of the Nameless One.
Each statue was polished to a flawless shine and emitted a warm luster under the lighting. Many people gathered around them.
"Praise the Emperor."
"May the Emperor's blessings be upon you."
"May the holy light of Terra illuminate your path."
"Praise the Nameless One."
"May the light of the Nameless One guide us."
"Blessings to the Nameless One."
The voices of prayer rose and fell, echoing through the corridors and creating a unique background sound.
Datch's arrival caused a huge sensation. The believers kept shouting his name.
He ignored the fanatical NPCs and walked straight down the corridor into the strategy room where the High Sister was.
Inside, several high-ranking Ecclesiarchy officials and Imperial generals were seated around a long table.
A deep red velvet cloth embroidered with the golden double-headed eagle emblem covered the long table.
High Sister Corinne Helesana, wearing battle armor, sat at the head of the table, discussing preparations for the upcoming operations.
When they heard footsteps, everyone turned around. Upon realizing it was the Nameless One, they hurriedly stood up and bowed excitedly.
"Welcome, honored Nameless One."
Corinne's voice was calm and polite as it echoed through the operations room.
Datch ignored the excited NPCs and walked straight toward the High Sister, who had a golden exclamation mark above her head.
"Sister Corinne, is there anything I can help with?"
Corinne looked pleased and lightly touched the holographic projection beside her.
Blue light shimmered as a star map appeared in the air.
In the center of the star map was an area circled in red, with a line of small text written beside it.
[Galactic Core Area]
"My lord," Corinne said in a serious tone. "There is one matter in which I must request your assistance."
Her finger touched the red circle.
"Imperial personnel discovered clues indicating the presence of space dwarfs while investigating the Galactic Core."
Datch's eyebrows twitched slightly at the mention of space dwarfs.
They were the Votann League — a branch of humanity, yet completely different from the Imperium.
They were short and stocky, long-lived, technologically advanced, and worshipped their ancestors rather than the Emperor.
They possessed powerful armies and advanced weaponry, making them a force not to be underestimated in the galaxy.
The origins of the space dwarfs could be traced back to the era of humanity's interstellar exploration.
The first settlers had traveled to the galactic core in search of wealth.
There, they discovered vast and abundant mineral resources, including compounds condensed from the high-temperature cores of dying stars and rich mineral deposits formed in the early days of the Milky Way.
These minerals brought enormous wealth and attracted countless people to mine in the galactic core.
The harsh high-gravity environment made these pioneers tougher than people living in other parts of the galaxy. Their physiques became smaller and more compact.
When the Warp storms destroyed human civilization, they became isolated and could no longer maintain contact with human civilizations in other parts of the galaxy. Eventually, they evolved into an independent civilization — the space dwarfs we know today.
They possessed technology far more advanced than that of the Human Imperium, including the ability to mine stars.
Some of the Tau Empire's technology was developed under their guidance.
"Galactic Core is an extremely chaotic place," Corinne continued. "Pirates of various species are active there. Astartes heretics have established bases. Cults are everywhere. Our agents have been infiltrating the area for years and recently discovered signs of space dwarf activity."
She turned her gaze toward Datch.
"Considering their advanced technology and military power, I hope you will go to the Galactic Core to investigate. Find out what these space dwarfs are doing here. Why are they here? What are they seeking? Are they a threat to the Imperium?"
The moment the High Sister finished speaking, a mission notification appeared in Datch's vision.
[Mission: Go to the Galactic Core, investigate the space dwarfs, and uncover their intentions for coming to the Nachmund warzone.]
Galactic Core is an extremely chaotic place where pirates of various species, Astartes heretics, and cult groups are active.
Imperial agents who had been hiding in the region discovered signs of space dwarf activity.
Considering their superior technology and military power,
High Sister Corinne Helesana hopes that you will go investigate and uncover the purpose of these space dwarfs.
[Quest Rewards: 2,500 EXP, 2,500 Points, +500 Reputation, Truth Spray ×1]
Datch looked at the item reward and opened the description.
[Item: Truth Spray]
Spraying this on a target forces them to speak the truth for a certain period of time.
Comment: "With this, there would be no more lies in the world."
Good.
Datch nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the High Sister.
"Understood. I will complete this mission."
After saying this, he took out his teleport gun, set the coordinates for the Galactic Core, and opened a portal.
As they watched Datch leave, Corinne and several high-ranking Ecclesiarchy priests bowed their heads and performed the aquila salute once more.
"May you have a safe journey, Nameless One."
…
The Galactic Core was composed of asteroid belts and abandoned space stations.
Xenos pirates, heretics, and cultists gathered here to conduct various illegal transactions.
The Human Imperium had tried to eradicate this region, but its inhabitants were all criminals whose greatest strengths were hiding and escaping.
Most importantly, there were also people within the Imperium who did not want this region to be destroyed.
They needed a special place to hire assassins, sell illegal goods, and trade valuable technology and materials with xenos.
Despite the government's great efforts, they could not eliminate the threat and were forced to abandon it.
Villain Wayne was a unique bar located inside a hollowed-out meteorite. It was a very remote and safe place.
The customers who came here included all kinds of people — xenos, heretics, cult groups, and even Chaos itself.
Sexy and charming women blended into the crowd, seducing customers who were willing to spend money with alluring glances.
There were also xenos providing services. Business was generally good.
There would always be people seeking stimulation and pleasure, as well as those fascinated by the novelty and experiences brought by xenos.
After all, who wouldn't enjoy playing with a girl who has tentacles?!
Even if someone looked ugly, everyone looked the same once the lights were turned off.
Several dwarfs in full armor were seated at a table.
Their purpose in coming here was to trade precious rare metals with several Imperial merchants.
This was not the first time the two parties had traded. Both sides presented their goods for inspection.
Wearing a detective outfit and holding a stone that could hide his appearance, Datch, with his hood up, sat at another table.
He paid no attention to the transaction between the two parties. Instead, his gaze was focused on the thick book hanging at one of the dwarfs' waists.
He clicked on the information bar, and the book's detailed information appeared.
[Ragnir Gunstantine's Great Book of Grudges records the humiliations his family has suffered. They will never forget them and have sworn to seize every opportunity to take revenge on their enemies.]
Datch looked at the Great Book of Grudges and took the Non-biological Conductor from his game inventory.
Previously, a famous game-related meme had spread on forums and communities: "How to make the dwarf's Great Book of Grudges tell hellish jokes."
Datch decided to try it and see what would happen.
He pointed the conductor at the Great Book of Grudges at the dwarf's waist and said, "There are no traitors inside. Try telling a boring joke."
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