Chapter 6363, The third Primarch of the Orcs

  saw the Orc warlord again, a week later. The moment Dukel walked into the interrogation room, he was shocked by the scene inside - the skull of Bonebreaker Saraka was completely opened, several thin iron pipes connected to its remaining biological brain, several micro pumps were pumping drugs into it, and several needles were inserted into the body of the Orc; and the surface of its body and everywhere in the room were all covered with blood stains of Orcs.

  Gris stood beside the torture instrument, piously praising the machine spirit.

  This messy scene made it hard to imagine what the great sage had done to the poor Orc warlord during this period of time.

  "Saraka?" Dukel tried to call its name.

  "Goo." But what he got was a meaningless sound squeezed from the throat.

  "I still like your rebellious look back then, waaagh!"

  The Primarch tried to provoke it, but the response was still just a silly smile of "hehe".

  As a green-skinned orc, he actually had no reaction to waaagh. Dukel was almost certain that he had been completely played with - but he still had to use psychic energy to test it.

  The Primarch tried to use psychic energy to reshape the consciousness of the orc warlord, and as expected, the process was extremely smooth.

  This surprisingly good result made Dukel re-examine the great sage beside him.

  When he was beside the Primarch, the great sage always showed a humble and low-key scholar style, and occasionally showed a melancholy expression worried about the fate of the empire and mankind. It can be said that it fits Dukel's stereotype of nerds. So much

  so that, at the beginning, he didn't even think of Gris's existence.

  But now - Dukel had to admit that every guy in the Warhammer universe who seemed to have thick eyebrows and big eyes often had a unique skill that ordinary people could hardly predict.

  "Well done, Gris." The Primarch was generous with his praise.

  "Thank you for fulfilling your mission, Your Highness." Gris was still very humble, but this time, with the messy interrogation room and the thoroughly ruined orc warlord, the image of the great sage became more three-dimensional in Duke's mind.

  The primarch's mental power continued to penetrate the orc warlord's consciousness and reshaped it in the direction the primarch expected.

  Duke was very careful in this step, and its complexity was even far beyond a delicate operation.

  Far away in the depths of the warp, the wheel within the wheel of the giant, at this moment, shed a ball of essential flame, which continued to deform during the fall, and finally formed a circle of wheels like flames, and then connected with the orc warlord's consciousness along the mental channel established by Duke.

  This point of essence shedding was not even a loss for the wheel within the wheel of the giant, but it made the warlord very painful and unable to bear this power.

  However, the Primarch didn't care about its life or death. Even if the orc warlord was inflated to the point of exploding by this energy, it was just a failed experiment for him.

  In this process, he used questions and answers to determine the progress of the experiment.

  At this moment, the mind of the Bone Crusher was completely controlled by the Primarch, in a state similar to deep hypnosis.

  "Sakara, you saw Gomo in the previous operation, right?"

  "Yes."

  "What does He look like?"

  "A huge ball of energy, huge and crazy. I watched Him crawl back from the place where death was inevitable."

  "Then is He Goge or Maoge?"

  "I don't know. No orc can tell the difference between Goge and Maoge. We often fight because of this."

  "Yes, you can't tell the difference between them. Is it possible that He is neither Goge nor Maoge?"   

  "Who is he?"

  "He is Dugo, the third god of the Orcs."

  "This" The orcs can sense their gods through the waaagh network, which is as natural as eating and drinking. Sakara fell into a long pause, and finally responded,

  "I don't remember that there is this god."

  "How can I not remember, Gogo is both rude and cunning, Maoge is both cunning and rude, Dugo is both rude and cunning Sakara, how can you forget, think about it again."

  In this process, Duker constantly adjusted the position of the essence invading the waaagh network, trying to find a position that is not only hidden enough to not alert Gogo, but also able to successfully establish a connection with the orcs.

  - This process is like putting a spider in a spider web that has an owner, which will not attract the attention of the owner spider, but can successfully steal the prey on the spider web; the position and characteristics of the placement must be strictly controlled.

  "Think about Saraka again, think carefully - He is watching you."

  The warlord did not speak, but frowned and sensed seriously. After a long silence, it seemed to sense it. Even in a state of deep hypnosis, it showed extremely excited emotions.

  "I saw it, I saw Him, yes, it is Him." At this moment, in its consciousness, a huge and crazy energy body was becoming clear.

  "It is Him, it turns out that He is Dugo, the third god of Ork! Yes, I have seen Him, how can I forget it? I should not forget it!!!"

  Seeing the increasingly excited state of the bone crusher, Duker hurriedly increased the output of mental energy to prevent it from disconnecting due to excessive excitement.

  "Yes, that's right, Gogo is both rude and cunning, Maoge is both cunning and rude, and Dugo is both rude and cunning."

  Sakara was still repeating unconsciously.

  "Relax, kid." Duker reached out and pressed its shoulder. At this moment, the body of the orc warlord was shaking violently, and circles of wheel-shaped cracks appeared on his green skin, as if it would break in the next second.

  And in its consciousness, that huge and crazy energy body was also radiating a power that made it feel warm in its heart, which gradually calmed Sakara down.

  "Very good, you did very well, kid."

  "One last question." Duker paused for a moment and continued to ask,

  "What is 1000-7?"

  "22!"

  This time, even in a deep hypnotic state, Sakara responded without hesitation, as if this was a truth engraved in the deepest part of its mind and did not need any doubt.

  "Very good, sleep."

  Duker took away the palm that was pressing on it, and the orc warlord fell asleep, enjoying the precious peace during this period of time.

  "It's incredible, Your Highness, you actually succeeded!" Gris said excitedly. He was living in the servitor at the moment, and he shouldn't have any emotions, but he couldn't help but get excited.

  "What a great feat. You have sought the greatest welfare of mankind so far. You have torn apart this desperate dark age. The whole empire should be grateful to you. This is the praise you deserve."

  The great mechanical sage was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He kept praising the original body, but even so, he couldn't express his inner ecstasy. Sparks began to burst out from the circuits of the servitor, and smoke came out of his head.

  At this moment, Dukel's solemn face, which looked like it was carved out of marble, also revealed a smile from the heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up,

  "It's done!"

  (End of this chapter)