As the only city on Planet Edith.

The city of Correia is also the only cargo staging area on Planet Edith.

Crops produced on Planet Edith are processed in the city of Correia.

Transportation barges in the atmosphere are then used to send them to orbiting space stations in outer space.

The Imperial Merchant Fleet, on the other hand, would conduct commerce on the orbital space station.

At this moment, in the council hall on the upper floor of the Governor's Tower.

Lord Governor, the destruction of the 13th Infantry Regiment has proved the existence of the Ork barbarians; we must decimate the green-skinned orcs before they grow too big; we must act quickly!

There is a long table in front of the stained archglass.

Behind the long table sat a middle-aged man in a long nobleman's suit of comparative wealth.

To the left and right stood the Minister of Finance and the Chief of the Viceroy's Guard Corps.

Instead, a middle-aged man in a military uniform stood in front of the long table.

He wore a large-brimmed hat and had a huge scar on his face.

No, no!

The fat governor slammed the long table with a look of impatience.

Rexar, how many times have I told you what we are going to do with this amount of troops to exterminate the Ork barbarians? Leave that to the Imperial Navy. I pay tribute to so many logistical supplies year after year, and I have to find something for them to do.

Unwilling to give up, Lexa was about to speak.

Come on, Rexar, you can't even police the city of Correia with the small force you have in your hands. Are you going to make those slave laborers take up arms and fight? Delusional. They're my property. One less, and you're outta here.

The fat governor glared angrily and stopped Lexa from continuing.

Lexa was so helpless in his mind that he could only perform the Skyhawk salute.

Then he turned and strutted out the door.

They are a bunch of fatuous idiots!

Lexa, who had stepped out of the council hall, cursed in his mind.

Lexa frowned as she strode down the long hallway.

Others don't know the horrors of the Ork barbarians.

But coming from the Star Realm Army, he knew how terrifying the Ork barbarians were.

Once you let the Ork barbarians grow like a snowball.

The planet Edith will soon be in a sea of green skins.

At that point, every human on the planet will have to die.

Humans can be so interesting!

It was a new day, and Jack stood in the doorway of the cabin, staring straight into the blinding sun.

It's been almost two months, and the humans haven't budged.

Stupid humans have allowed the green-skinned orcs to thrive.

Looking down at the clamoring horde, Jack grinned.

Compared to two months ago, the tribe had increased in size at least tenfold.

The gear on the orc boys has changed drastically.

Not only were they wearing simple iron armor.

Each orc boy got his own unique weapon.

Yes, it's the exclusive weapon.

There would be no repetition of guns in the hands of the orcs.

While the calibers vary greatly, the shape can be a mess.

There are longer ones and smaller ones.

There are also big block guns with bigger magazines.

Orc Boy's melee weapons have changed drastically as well.

It went from a stone axe to an iron axe.

Some of the orc boys even fitted themselves with power claws.

Some of the orc boys like to wear masks and look a little funny.

Then there are the orc boys who like to wear helmets.

After all, orcs are bald and cool.

Scrooge the Hound is getting bigger, too.

Some orcs like to breed Scrooge.

This has led to the emergence of some quadrupedal-walking Scrooge war beasts in the tribe.

They are like stretched-out Scrooges.

The block is growing bigger and bigger.

In just over three months, the number of Orc Boys had skyrocketed to over two hundred thousand.

Every day now, nearly ten thousand orc boys are dug out of the ground.

The number of fart and snot goblins is even greater.

Boss, Boss!

Just then, a tall, green-skinned orc came running up.

It was covered with all sorts of mechanical tools.

It makes it seem like a hedgehog.

It's called the Okeban, the tribe's first-born Great Technique Buster.

Standing close to 2.5 meters tall, he looks very strong.

Boss, I got some gear for you!

Ocban turned to greet the group of farts that had followed him.

The fartlek carried the heavy chest and back armor over to him.

There were also a dozen or so fart goblins carrying a long-handled power blade over three meters long.

Jack took a seat on the front steps of the doorway.

Come on, put it on me!

The assholes swarmed in unison.

The Boss was dressed in chest and back armor.

Then took a small hammer and gave it a clank on the iron armor.

Then hand armor, arm armor, and leg armor.

Half an hour later, Jack was a very different man.

Before, it was all animal skins, and 80% of the body was exposed.

Now, it is transformed into a big, mighty Iron Man.

Boss, I built a big one. Wanna go check it out?

Ookoban looked at his Boss with an expectant face.

It would be great if the big guy it built could be recognized by the Boss.

Oh, yeah? Come on, go check it out!

Jack came to attention.

He also wanted to see what awesome war machinery Ocker Barbarian had built.

This way, this way!

Oukban hastily led the way ahead.

Jack, on the other hand, followed it in stride.

As he walked, Jack heard a clamor ringing out in front of him.

In the midst of the green-skinned woof stood a tin can mech.

The main body is a large iron barrel.

Then, the hand and foot mechanics were added.

The block was not small, nearly three meters tall.

The Killing Tin

Could this be an orc kill-can mech?

Jack's eyes lit up when he saw the canned mech.

Mine, mine, it's mine!

There was a lot of commotion around the killing cans.

Plenty of farts are fighting each other for the chance to become killing tin cans.

They kill one competitor after another by wielding their little knives.

The orc boys around them were wowed at the hilarity.

A few more Dramatic Pain Boys can be seen around the killing tin.

The Dramatic Pain Kid is the veterinarian of the orcs.

Orc Boy can go to Dramatic Pain Boy if he wants to put in a robotic arm or something.

You can also go to the Dramatic Pain Kid if you want a couple of gold teeth or something.

Even if your head falls off, the Dramatic Pain Kid can resurrect you by mounting your head on another body.

The Painkiller.

Boss, the Boss is here!

The Boss's appearance caused the orc boys on the periphery to hastily get out of the way.

Wherever they passed, the orc boys looked at the Boss's nearly three-meter-tall body with a wild look on their faces.

It's the Boss. Mine, mine!

The arrival of the Boss has the farts boiling over.

They wowed and fought each other.

It would be so wonderful to get the killing tin in front of the Boss.

Jack didn't stop the assholes from killing each other.

Instead, he was watching from a hundred meters away from the battlefield.

The assholes fighting each other is kind of a meritocracy.

Only the victor qualifies to be the pilot of the killing tin.

Mine, mine, it's mine!

After a full half hour of fighting, the killing was finally over.

A butthole gets the ultimate win.

Standing on the pile of corpses, it wailed.

The other fart-spirits flinched in fear and retreated.

It ran to the killing tin with a joyful face.