Chapter 97 The old man is showing off

Fu Qinghai never underestimated the Orcs on this planet just because they were still in the primitive tribal stage.

Never.

When many orc tribes decide to launch a waaagh expedition across galaxies, they often use the spacecraft technology they have devised to pack up and take away all the orcs and their subspecies on an entire planet.

At this time, the green-skinned debris and spores they spread on the planet will form a new orc tribe over a long period of time.

These orc tribes were all savage orcs in the beginning.

Savage Orcs are a very common branch or stage among the Orcs. Their combat effectiveness is not weak at all. Although they use very primitive and backward weapons, Savage Orcs often develop a very strange technology tree - domesticating and breeding various Squiggs.

There is a special profession among the Savage Orcs, called Pig Breeder and Medical Officer, or Pig Doctor for short. Orc Pig Doctor can be seen as a Savage version combination of the Mad Doctor and the Technician Boy in the normal technological Orc tribe. They can breed Squigs for various purposes, from the Bite Squig that acts as a war dog, to the Squig War Pig that can be ridden to charge, to the Squig Giant that can carry a full Orc squad.

Some of these wild orc tribes still have their own place among the orcs even in the technological age, such as the Snakebite Clan, which is famous for following ancient traditions and breeding giant Squigs.

Their Squig monsters can even fight against various types of tanks of the human empire.

The Savage Orcs rely heavily on Squig to cultivate their technology tree, but even without Squig, many Orc fleets that have entered the space technology era will recruit Savage Orcs to form Savage Orc squads when they encounter Savage Orcs on a certain planet, because these Orcs are very good at close combat.

The White Scars are a Space Marine legion with rich experience in fighting Orks. Fu Qinghai's mentor when he was training as a technical sergeant, Quinto Anastasio, was an alien expert sent by the Mechanicus to the Condax system to study Orks.

Fu Qinghai knows the orcs' culture, customs, military forces, and technology like the back of his hand.

This is also the reason why Fu Qinghai did not advise old man Hu Xian to alarm the orc tribe on the other side of the river.

God knows how far the Squig biotechnology tree of that orc tribe has developed.

The Squig, a beast that can go toe-to-toe with a Baneblade tank, is no joke.

Inside the stone chamber, Fu Qinghai grabbed his Wagang sword, put Hall Kemp's servo skull in his arms, and prepared to rush out with old man Hu Xian.

Not to mention that this servo-skull is a relic of Hall Kemp, just for the reason of not leaving any technological scraps to the orcs, we have to take this servo-skull with us.

As soon as he turned out of the entrance of the stone chamber, an orc boy holding a torch and chopping with stones discovered Fu Qinghai, and rushed over with a machete in hand with an "ow".

Fu Qinghai used the tip of his sword to push away his stone machete, and with another stab, it pierced the orc boy's throat.

The torch fell to the ground.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian looked at each other, and Fu Qinghai said:

"We don't know exactly how many orcs are surrounding this place. We can't be stuck in the ruins and get beaten. We have to fight our way out quickly."

Old man Hu Xian nodded.

The passages inside the stone ruins were narrow and covered with vines, making it inconvenient to use the Wagang Sword. Fu Qinghai simply tied the Broken Heart Sword with a vine and tied it around his waist together with the servo skull.

This makes the action more flexible.

Charge!

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian rushed towards the outside of the ruins, one after the other.

In the narrow passage, a group of wild boys with colorful paints on their faces, various animal teeth hanging all over their bodies, holding torches and bone knives to chop, as soon as they spotted Fu Qinghai, they rushed up in a row, howling.

Fu Qinghai remained unafraid and strode forward.

Tilting his head to dodge the swinging bone knife, Fu Qinghai raised his elbow and smashed it downwards in a Muay Thai style. The wild boy who was rushing in the front raised his ugly face, his eyeballs and fangs splashed with blood, and he immediately fell on his back.

Fu Qinghai slapped away a stone axe that was coming at him, and using the inertia of his spinning body, he made a spinning elbow strike with his other hand. "Snap!" The wild boy's face was sunken after being hit in the face by the tip of the elbow.

Fu Qinghai waved his fists and took the initiative to charge into the team of wild boys.

As mentioned earlier, the strength of orcs is positively correlated with their body size. Judging by their size, they can be roughly divided into three levels: orc boys, orc leaders and orc bosses.

Orc boys are taller than ordinary human soldiers, but not as tall as Space Marines. Orc leaders are slightly taller than Space Marines, and Orc bosses are about the same size as a Dreadnought.

The orc warlord who fought the Emperor in single combat at the Battle of Ullanor was said to be as tall as a three-story building.

Fu Qinghai used his left hand to hook the head of a wild boy against the stone wall, causing his brain to burst.

Then he half-turned to avoid a spear that was coming at him, clamped the wooden pole under his armpit, grabbed the top of the wild boy's head with his right hand, pressed down hard, and lifted his knee. With a "click", the skull was cracked on Fu Qinghai's knee.

Standing at the end of the passage was an orc who was taller and stronger than the wild boy. He wore a fanged skull mask of some kind of beast on his forehead, a fur robe decorated with colorful feathers, and a string of orc heads hung around his waist.

In each hand he held a bone serrated dagger that looked like it was made from the teeth of some ferocious beast.

Headhunter boy.

Fu Qinghai grinned, strode towards the orc, suddenly jumped up, and thrust out his knee, delivering a Tony Jaa-style Muay Thai flying knee.

The beast hunter boy's pair of red, bulging eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and the serrated daggers in his hands were overlapped and swung into a dense knife net, ready to crush Fu Qinghai's knee that was not covered with armor.

Just when Fu Qinghai's knee was about to hit the two daggers.

Fu Qinghai reached for his waist with one hand.

"clang——"

A black light flashed diagonally upwards.

Fu Qinghai landed gently.

The vines that bound the Vulcan sword, the two swinging serrated knives, and most of the headhunter's body... were cut off at the same time! The

strong greenskin body was still standing in place, and then the entire upper body of the orc slid down diagonally along the neat and smooth section, and the organs and blood spilled out like a broken jar.

Fu Qinghai shook off the remaining blood on the steel sword, walked out of the narrow passage, turned back, and said to the old man Hu Xian who had been following him:

"Alright, uncle, you can do it."

Old man Hu Xian nodded. He realized that, firstly, the passage was narrow and it was inconvenient to use the Wagang sword. Secondly, Fu Qinghai had just learned the art of unarmed combat and was itching to try his hand, so he wanted to find a few enemies other than old man Hu Xian to try his hand.

Now the orcs are coming to our doorstep.

Old man Hu Xian followed Fu Qinghai out of the passage and asked,

"Why do you like to hit heads so much? Why not just call you a skull crusher?"

Fu Qinghai explained casually: "I have dissected orcs. As their bodies grow larger, their organs will grow redundantly. Sometimes injuries to the torso are not fatal to them."

Fu Qinghai had seen at least fifty orc corpses in Master Quinto's bottom cabin laboratory on the Dagger.

Just as they arrived at the center of a wide sunken stone altar, a deafening "waaagh" sound was heard, and countless wild orcs cut through the vines, split the bushes, and jumped down from all directions.

A green lightsaber lit up, and Hu was about to take action.

"Buzz!"

With a sideways strike, Squig, who was charging at him with his fangs and mouth bared, was cut in half by the sword.

"Buzz!"

With a slash from above, the wild boy who rushed over with a machete was beheaded.

Old man Hu Xian waved the lightsaber in his hand like a cluster of blooming flowers of death. Facing the orcs surrounding him from all directions, he did not need to turn his head to look around. He just looked straight ahead and could kill all the orcs and Squiggs who attacked him from behind, jumped down from his head, bit him at his feet.

Force perception.

Fu Qinghai pulled the Wagang sword out of the mouth of the last orc, turned around and said to old man Hu Xian:

"The Savage Orcs are good at tracking. To prevent future troubles, find their war boss and kill him."

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "You point, and I'll kill."

The two men jumped out of the sunken stone altar and ran quickly out of the valley.

"roar--"

A huge roar of a beast pointed the direction for the two.

Following the direction from which the sound came, Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian displayed their ultimate physical skills and quickly shuttled through the intricate terrain.

"Boom!"

The sound of heavy footsteps on the stone slabs was heard again.

The two men leapt out of the woods and saw the true face of their attacker.

A giant Squiggle as big as a Tyrannosaurus Rex was standing in front of the two people. It had rough green skin, a thick horn on its forehead, a ferocious mouth with sharp teeth and saliva dripping from its mouth, and two long curved horns like ivory on both sides of its lower jaw.

But unexpectedly, the moment he saw this giant Squig, Fu Qinghai actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just a small individual that could carry two or three orcs, not a war monster that could overturn a Leman Russ tank.

If it was a giant Squig from the Snake Bite Clan, Fu Qinghai would not say a word and would immediately pull old man Hu Xian and run to the mountain.

The tall orc riding on the back of the Skug dinosaur wore a double-horned helmet on his head and his face was covered with bone plates, leaving only his two eyes and thick fangs sticking out of his mouth.

The orc held the reins of the Squig dinosaur with one hand and grabbed a skinny fart spirit hanging on the side of the saddle with the other hand. He lifted the bone plate visor, opened his mouth wide, and chewed the fart spirit to pieces alive with a "crack" sound, blood splattered everywhere, amid the fart spirit's constant screams.

I am here to replenish my energy before the battle. Fu Qinghai sneered in his heart.

"Is it this?" Old man Hu Xian turned around and asked.

Fu Qinghai said: "Judging from his height of more than four meters, that should be it."

"Okay." Old man Hu Xian nodded slightly.

The orc riding on the back of the Squig dinosaur ate the fart spirit clean, then raised the long-handled stone axe in his hand high in the air and roared to the sky:

"Waaaaagh!"

All the orcs and fart servants holding torches gathered around it and shouted in unison when they heard the sound:

"Waaaaaaaaaaagh!"

An invisible psychic energy surged, and all the orcs present became excited.

It has begun, Fu Qinghai thought to himself, wow.

Fighting is the orcs' way of life. Regardless of life or death, they can grow naturally after every victory in a battle, becoming bigger and stronger. They can also use their corpses to bring new greenskin spores to the land after every defeat in a battle.

Old man Hu Xian's face was as gloomy as water. Holding the lightsaber, he took a step forward and rushed forward.

"Swish!"

Densely packed bone knives and stone axes formed a jungle of knives and axes, which instantly appeared in front of old man Hu Xian.

Old man Hu Xian tiptoed, lunged forward, and swung his sword.

The wooden handles of all long and short weapons were melted by the high temperature of the lightsaber.

Old man Hu Xian ignored the orc boys who were wailing while holding their broken arms. His bronze muscles bulged like inflated balls, and his whole body exploded into the shape of a devilish muscular old man. He stomped his feet heavily on the ground, leaped up in one step, and went straight to the orc war boss on the back of the Squig dinosaur.

"roar!"

The Squig dinosaur roared, twisted its neck, and opened its bloody mouth to bite.

Old man Hu Xian's toes nimbly retracted in mid-air and stepped on the giant beast's thick horn. He once again used the force to pounce on the orc boss.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This extreme agility was even more exaggerated than that of the howling banshee Salamander Uslan, the elf that Fu Qinghai had seen before.

Is this the state of the fourth sword technique being cultivated to the extreme? Fu Qinghai was shocked.

"Bang!"

To Fu Qinghai's surprise, a big green hand grabbed the wrist of old man Hu Xian holding the sword.

Even with his devilish muscles, old man Hu Xian was only about 1.8 meters tall, while the orc boss was nearly four meters tall!

The orc leader grinned, grabbed Hu Xian's wrist and lifted him up in the air.

Old man Hu Xian struggled hard but couldn't get free. He stared with his eyes wide open and stretched out his other hand, aiming at the orc leader's neck and making a grabbing motion.

The Force chokes the throat!

The orc leader's face choked, and then his cheeks bulged, his teeth clenched, and he actually broke free from the Force's stranglehold.

Seeing this scene, Fu Qinghai stopped standing by and watched, and rushed forward with his sword in hand.

It was too late. The orc leader's other hand was holding a long-handled battle axe that was already chopping old man Hu Xian in half!

In an instant, old man Hu Xian's eyes suddenly flashed scarlet, his skin became dark, his bulging muscles expanded again, and with a pull of one hand, the whole person disappeared from the hands of the orc boss!

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Three blurry afterimages appeared beside the orc boss at the same time.

They are as follows: Hu Xian clasped his hands together and raised them upwards; Hu Xian tensed his thighs and twisted his waist to kick; Hu Xian clenched his fists and lowered his shoulders, gathering strength to punch out.

"Boom——"

A blinding white light lit up, drowning out the vision of everyone present, including Fu Qinghai.

The fart spirits covered their eyes and screamed, as if their eyeballs were blinded.

The white light disappeared, and Fu Qinghai withdrew his arm that was blocking his view.

The orc boss's huge head, as big as a bucket, disappeared completely, leaving only a bare bloody hole, appearing alone on the body as strong as a mountain.

Old man Hu Xian stood on the back of the Squig dinosaur with his fists clenched. Only a few shreds of his robes were left hanging. On his muscular back, a huge red Chinese character was branded:

Oh my god!

Ashura flashes into the sky + instant prison kill!

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened. He recognized this move, the signature killing skill of Gouki and Shayi Long in Street Fighter.

"Wa ...

The green-skinned orcs who had reacted were so frightened when they saw that the war boss was dead that they burst into tears and screamed, and they all fled in all directions.

The Squig dinosaur under old man Hu Xian's feet wailed, turned its head and prepared to throw Hu Xian off, but it only threw off the headless corpse of the orc boss. Old man Hu Xian slid down along the neck, and the green lightsaber stretched out again and pierced into the brain of the Squig dinosaur.

The green-skinned monster took two disorderly steps and fell down with a loud bang.

Fu Qinghai rushed forward and shouted:

"uncle..."

Old man Hu Xian suddenly turned around and stared at Fu Qinghai with a pair of scarlet eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Uh..." Fu Qinghai paused.

The moment he was stared at by that strong murderous intent, Fu Qinghai's muscles tensed up and he subconsciously clenched the Wagang sword in his hand.

Old man Hu Xian stared at Fu Qinghai for two or three seconds, then suddenly gasped. The red light in his eyes disappeared, his skin turned back to bronze, and he returned to normal.

"Huh..." Old man Hu Xian lowered his head, hunched over, and breathed slowly.

Fu Qinghai walked forward hesitantly.

"Uncle...are you okay?"

Old man Hu Xian shook his head with great effort and said,

"It was almost there, just a little bit, I was immersed in the wave of murderous intent and couldn't get out."

Fu Qinghai held the old man's shoulders, not knowing what to say.

It was because he saw that old man Hu Xian was too strong that he suddenly decided to kill the orc boss. Even if it wasn't a permanent solution, killing the enemy's war boss would at least give him some peace for a while.

But he still underestimated the power that could be unleashed when a group of orcs gathered together to waaagh.

Fu Qinghai sighed and said,

"Master, let's hurry up and leave. This place has been discovered by the orcs. We should not stay here for long. God knows when the next orc tribe will come."

Old man Hu Xian nodded tiredly, stood up and followed Fu Qinghai out of the valley.

…

Along the way, Fu Qinghai sighed in his heart.

Without the stone ruins, the two would have to live in the open air for a while.

Never underestimate orcs.

Although these greenskins are naive most of the time, their belief in their god, Gogo, is just like that - Gogo is fierce and cunning, while Mao is cunning and fierce.

Cunning is also a characteristic of the Orcs.

Fu Qinghai didn't know when they began to doubt this valley and the ruins.

Moreover, Fu Qinghai had secretly observed the greenskin tribe on the other side of the river before, and they definitely did not raise Squig dinosaurs.

These are reinforcements brought in from other tribes.

Some people may find it strange that such a large group of orcs is worth it to search a group of valley ruins? It

is worth it. For orcs, fighting has never needed a reason, nor do they need to consider cost-effectiveness, exchange ratio, or combat loss ratio. This species was created for war.

Orks and Tyranids are the only two races in the Warhammer 40K universe that can become stronger as they fight.

After a long journey, the sky was already dawning.

Old man Hu Xian raised his head, looked at Fu Qinghai, and asked:

"Where are we going?"

Fu Qinghai hurried on his way while explaining:

"Go in the direction of that aurora."

"Aurora? The green aurora we saw tonight?"

Old man Hu Xian asked doubtfully.

Fu Qinghai nodded: "Yes, I found some clues in the ruins last night. These clues point to a powerful ancient race. I suspect that the light in the night sky is not the aurora."

"It's probably the entrance to a Necron tomb."

Now Fu Qinghai has connected all the details.

Fu Qinghai remembered that the stone pot that old man Hu Xian used to cook soup was made of black stone. It was not the kind of stone pot that was blackened by firewood, but just pure black stone.

The orc leader killed in the jungle was holding a stone axe made of black stone.

At first, Fu Qinghai didn't go in that direction. After all, there were no black stones there. This was an alien planet. Not to mention black, it would not be strange to have pink stones.

Now it seems...

That's all black stone!

The Necrons' building material, a mineral with innate psionic powers.

But why are there auroras in low-latitude areas, and why are they all green?

All weapons, equipment, and technological devices used by the Necrons emit a dark green glow.

Fu Qinghai is now in a state of panic as his lair has been destroyed by orcs. Although he has driven the orcs away, he can no longer stay there.

The planet is a tomb world, and I don't have the ability to create a spaceship out of thin air to leave the planet. Since there is no way to leave, I can only go and see what's going on.

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　　I skipped the sixth and seventh styles of lightsaber swordsmanship because I thought readers would find them a bit boring and full of words. I tried to shorten the language as much as possible and introduce them to you based on my understanding of the seven styles. I didn't expect that everyone would be so interested in them. In fact, the seven styles are all very interesting. I still have many opinions and understandings that I haven't mentioned, but I'm afraid that if I write too much, they will become full of words. I will leave them for later when the protagonist becomes more advanced in combat.

(End of this chapter)