The Dramatic Pain Kid stepped forward and shoved it into the killing tin can mech with seven hands.

For a moment, there was a scream of misery from the fart spirit in the killing tin.

A short while later, all that could be heard was the roar of an engine.

The unidentified engine on the killing tin spewed out a plume of smoke.

The killing tin can, which was nearly three meters tall, slowly stood up.

The left hand of the killing tin can is a giant pincer.

On the right hand was a three-barrel, 30-millimeter rapid-fire gun.

The bullet chain went all the way to the ammo box on the back.

Whoa whoa!

The fart spirit in the killing tin wailed.

The killing limped toward a group of orc boys.

Seeing the killing tin can rush over.

The group of orc boys ran away, screaming strangely.

Wahahaha, I told you guys to bully me!

The killing tin chased the group of orcs, sending a wave of people through the horde.

The sight made Jack grin.

The appearance of the Killing Iron Jar instantly raised the fighting power of the orcs by a large margin.

Ook Barbarian, nice, very Waaagh war machine; you'll have to get the technobabble boys to make some more.

Seeing that the Boss approved of the war machinery he had built.

Ocban heatedly grinned.

Boys, tell me, what is the one thing you want to do more than anything else?

Jack let out a sudden yell.

Loud growls echoed through the horde.

All the orc boys looked to their heads in unison.

Dry-frame, dry-frame!

The orc boys raised their weapons high and wowed.

The sound waves are better than the others.

Jack grinned hideously and raised the long-handled power blade in his hand.

The orc boys' growls came to an abrupt halt.

Boys, then go fuck yourselves. This planet is ours!

East, north, south, west, let's sweep the world with!

Waaagh!

Waaagh!

The orc boys roared as they raised their weapons high.

Farty and Scrooge wowed as well.

For a moment, a wah-wah roar resounded through the heavens and Earth.

Come with me!

Boys, follow me!

The orc bosses ran to the quad with their boys.

A black wave of green swept away in all directions.

I should count myself as a war chief!

There's no such thing as war chiefs and warlords in orc society.

This is the name the Outcasts call the Orc leaders based on the size of the Orcs.

There are only bosses and the strongest bosses in orc society.

The strongest Boss is also WARBOSS.

Ocker Barbarian, keep ramping up the military-industrial cluster. One day, we'll have to get to that place!

Jack held a long-handled power blade and pointed it toward the sky.

Ookban's large eyes looked up to the sky.

How do we get there?

I'll have to hunt for it!

Time passes little by little, and day after day passes.

On the fifth day, hundreds of thousands of green-skinned orcs rushed out of the forests and mountains.

The green tide surged into the cultivated plains, spreading throughout the world.

Planet Edith.

Northern Hemisphere, farm town 0147.

The farm town is small, covering about a kilometer.

The town is dotted with minaret-style vintage complexes.

There are tens of thousands of farm towns like this throughout the planet, Edith.

Each farm town has its own piece of cultivated land.

There are tons of farmers in farm towns in addition to slave labor.

A farmer is a civilian with free status.

In the fertile fields surrounding the farm town, fields of golden wheat were as far as the eye could see.

A huge piece of machinery is harvesting the crops.

Harvest season is upon us, which makes the fertile fields around the farm town bustle with activity.

Waaagh!

Suddenly, in the middle of an endless wheat field in the south.

A swarm of green monsters swept in from the distance.

They ran through the wheat field, wailing.

The people in the harvesting machinery spotted the green tide in the distance.

What's that ... that?

The monster, it's a green monster!

The machinery that was harvesting wheat suddenly stopped.

Inside, the slave laborers came out in a flood of panic.

They ran in the direction of the town with frightened faces.

Almost at the same time, a piercing siren sounded through the town.

A dozen or so bloated wheeled carriers fled successively out of the town to the north.

The people in the car were all civilians in the town.

Wahahaha, keep the slaves; take out all the little shrimps!

Looking at the town that was getting closer and closer.

The orc boss, who was running wildly through the wheat field, let out a wah-wah-wah.

A so-called slave is a human being who is not holding a weapon.

The Boss said to keep the slaves so they could grow mushrooms.

And the little shrimp refers to humans with weapons that are very Waaagh.

The wave of green-skinned beasts that stormed the town couldn't wait for the big Waaagh.

Only to find out that there is no Waaagh shrimp in the press.

There was only a group of shivering slaves hiding inside the dormitory.

In the middle of the town, the orc boy drove the slaves from the house.

Those slave laborers wore tattered clothes.

The rags on his body only covered his private parts.

They are wearing a pair of rusty iron rings around their ankles.

There was also a crown of iron on his bare head.

The iron crown was fused to the scalp and looked a bit oozy.

They did not scream in the face of the orcs' drive.

Quietly and numbly obedient.

Boss, the shrimps are running away!

There was no Washable opponent, which angered the orc boss.

The orc boss standing in the street let out a growl as he looked up to the sky.

Damn little shrimps, even their bones are soft; I'm going to catch up with them and knock their brains out!

The orc boy on the sidelines rubbed his bare head.

Boss, the little shrimp has wheels to run fast; we can't catch up.

The orc boss glared angrily in the direction the little shrimps had fled.

We have to have the big monster on wheels, too!

It was in this way that the orcs managed to take over the farm town.

Outside the town, in the wheat fields, the Techno-Boys were also busy.

They were tinkering with harvesting machinery in the wheat fields.

With the orcs taking over the farm town, the town is rapidly changing.

On the second day alone, the agricultural machinery outside the town continued to roar to work.

On the fifth day, the plowed fields disappeared.

Into a wilderness of green fungal mushrooms.

Large numbers of slave laborers are visible all over the wilderness.

They carefully tended the fungus mushrooms.

Watering and fertilizing is like tilling a crop.

Compare that to the snotty little snot instinctively tending to the fungus mushrooms.

Humans, on the other hand, cultivate fungi mushrooms on a purposeful, industrial scale.

Fungal mushrooms grow faster, larger, and more efficiently under human care.

The town was also bustling with the sound of clanking metal clinking against camels.

Everything metallic was collected by the Techno Buster Boys.

One day, half a month later, there was a lot of hustle and bustle in the farm town.

A roaring sound rang out from the town.

It was closely followed by the roar of an engine.

Dozens of orcish chariots cobbled together from metal junk rushed out of the town.

With engines roaring, the orcish chariots ran through the main road and the wilderness.

orc war chariot