I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 211: Prepare to Intervene New Recruit Leader

If there is any kind of demon that poses the greatest threat to humans, it is undoubtedly the plague demon, because these demons can spread deadly plagues that mortals cannot resist and quickly kill all the people on a planet in a short period of time.

Compared to the Plague Daemon, the brutal Khorne Daemon, the perverted Slaanesh Daemon and the cunning Tzeentch Daemon seem much cuter.

At least it would take them more than ten years or even decades to destroy a planet, and humans can even linger on on the planets occupied by these demons.

Those plague demons who believe in Nurgle will turn all living things on the planet into something neither human nor ghost in just a few years or even months.

After some discussion, the commanders of the Ash Claws unanimously agreed to intervene in the war on Persephone immediately.

Otherwise, this new galaxy that was conquered with great difficulty would be taken away by the devil.

The Second Company will continue to stay in the Hades galaxy to search for the lost "holy relic". As the most important logistics base in the Hades galaxy, Persephone cannot be lost!

"Send the situation to headquarters and request support."

"Contact the White Sharks and ask them to fulfill their obligations as allies."

"I have a feeling that the Chaos Forces must have some hidden tricks up their sleeves. This war will never end so easily."

"Brothers, perhaps we should prepare for a fierce battle like the one we had at Macragge."

The Space Marines looked solemn.

The brutal war that took place in the southeastern part of the far-flung Extreme Star Region has spread throughout the galaxy.

The Plague Lord's army invaded Macragge, the homeworld of the Ultramarines. It is said that even the Ultramarines' Primarch, Regent Guilliman, almost died in that battle.

After destroying more than a dozen worlds and sacrificing trillions of people, the Ultramarines finally drove away the plague army. But they also paid an extremely heavy price.

A remote place like the Hades galaxy would not, in theory, receive too much attention from demons.

But the existence of that special "holy object" made it difficult for the Ash Claw warriors not to worry that the minions of the Plague Lord came with some purpose this time.

When they first heard that the plague troops had invaded Persephone, Julius and other insiders even immediately guessed whether the plague army was coming for the "super weapon" that could restrain the power of the warp.

If this is true, then Persephone must not be lost!

"Call back the kids on Makaria right now and tell them that the game time is over!"

"Get them ready for a real fight!"

"Yes!"

Somewhere on the planet Makaria, in an orc-style steel fortress, thick smoke billowed and machinery roared.

A large group of fart spirits are working hard under the command of a special fart spirit with a red headband on its head.

Mine minerals, smelt steel, forge weapons, and raise Squiggles to serve their new masters.

In the fortress, human warriors wearing a mix of orc and human style armor and holding various weapons came in and out.

They formed hunting teams of twenty to thirty people, rode on Squig war beasts and rushed out of the fortress like a whirlwind, heading deep into the wilderness to hunt insects.

The armor they wore had a distinct orc style, but also traces of human craftsmanship. It was made of a combination of ceramic steel, plastic steel, and Zerg carapace. It was comfortable, light, strong, and durable. Although it didn't look very good, it was better than the standard armor of the Astra Militarum.

The weapons and tools in their hands are also mixed and matched, and have been improved and modified. When dealing with the Tyranids, they can play a significant restraining role and help them win more easily.

Today, this fortress that originally belonged to the greenskins has been occupied by more than 300 human warriors. More than a thousand farts who originally worked for the orcs, now under the leadership of the legendary fart named [Gulu Liberator], have betrayed the orcs and followed their new human master [Kratos the Destroyer Lu Bu].

——By the way, the title of "Destroyer" given to the human leader by the little elves was also unanimously recognized by the human warriors.

A cavalry unit whirls back from the wasteland and rushes into the fortress, with its Squig war beasts laden with spoils.

A strong warrior over two meters tall jumped down from the back of the largest mount in the lead and patted the mount on the head. The mount lowered its head meekly and wagged its tail.

"Kratos, we have another great harvest today!"

"Hiss! You actually hunted a giant beast today?"

"Of course. Your team is getting stronger and stronger. You are almost catching up with the real Astartes recruits."

"Hahaha, Braum, you underestimate our captain. Kratos is much stronger than the average Astartes recruit!"

"That's true. The Astrasin soldiers don't know as much as he does..."

Over the past six months, under Kratos' leadership, all the surviving recruit candidates on Makaria were gathered together, a total of 314 people.

Since following Kratos into battle, the death rate of new recruit candidates has dropped sharply and deaths are rare.

Only a dozen people have died in the past six months.

They are basically self-righteous idiots who don’t listen to orders and disobey commands.

Anyone who strictly follows Kratos' tactics can basically win the battle against the aliens, or at least survive.

With his strong personal charm, strong personal strength and superb command ability, Kratos quickly convinced this group of new recruits and naturally became their leader.

Kratos led everyone to seize an orc fortress, using it as a base, tamed a group of fart spirits to serve as servants, and provided logistical services for the soldiers to forge weapons and ammunition.

Using the fortress as a base, they hunted the surrounding aliens step by step, sometimes breaking up the whole into small pieces and sometimes combining the small pieces into a whole, efficiently clearing out the alien creatures.

In just a few months, Kratos gained a foothold in the dangerous Makaria with a force of more than 300 people with insufficient weapons and equipment, achieved self-sufficiency and sustainable development, and could continue fighting here for more than ten years without any problem.

It seemed that completing the two-year trial was no longer difficult, it was just a matter of time.

However, before the new recruits could complete the trial, a shuttle descended from the sky and the instructors of the Ash Claw appeared with new orders.

"New recruits, the trial has ended early, return to the team immediately!"

The instructors said this in an unquestionable tone, and then ordered the new recruits to burn down the fortress and kill the fart spirits they recruited.

Some soldiers were reluctant to suddenly kill these fart spirits who had worked for them wholeheartedly for half a year.

But Kratos, who was always gentle to others and even treated the fart elves best, was the first to pick up a weapon and slaughtered the unarmed fart elves with an expressionless and cold face.

"Lord, master?"

"Sorry, Gollum."

Kratos blew the fart spirit's head off with a shot from his pistol, killing with his own hands the most loyal fart spirit he had ever brought up.

After slaughtering all the fart spirits, the new recruits boarded the transport plane with heavy hearts. Such acts of betrayal as slaughtering "comrades" made many people feel uncomfortable.

Later, someone asked Kratos why he could kill so coldly and mercilessly that day.

Kratos replied: "Aliens are aliens after all. Even if they can be domesticated, sometimes their existence itself is unacceptable to humans."

Kratos explains that no matter what the humans or greenskins think, the greenskins' nature of spreading like a plague, taking over a planet, and then starting a war can never be changed.

The warlike nature of the greenskins is engraved in their genes. Even if a different greenskin appears one day, there may be exceptions and they can live in peace with humans. However, the greenskins' disorderly reproduction characteristics like fungi make them continue to expand, just like wild grass that spreads wildly and mold that can be seen everywhere.

Whether they want to or not, they will invade human living space.

If humans want to protect their home, all they can do is to completely eliminate this creature from the planet - not even a single spore should be left.

"Perhaps there is another way to completely resolve the fundamental conflict between humans and greenskins..."

Kratos finally said, "That is to use technical means to eliminate the orcs' asexual reproduction, violent and warlike nature from the genetic level. However, that is almost impossible."

"Unless a technological sage appears who is wiser than the Emperor..."

Makaria, after the transport plane left with the new recruits, in the fortress filled with corpses of fart elves, a corpse of a fart elf with a red ribbon wrapped around its head slowly crawled up.

"Thank God I'm still alive..."

"Big Head, I will remember this grudge. You just wait for me!!"

The fart spirit [Gulu the Liberator] threw the red ribbon fiercely to the ground and stomped on it a few times angrily.

Then, with a strong belief in revenge, he staggered deeper into the fortress.

After walking a few steps, he turned back, picked up the red ribbon covered with mud, and tied it around his head again.

"I want to keep this thing, lest that vile human forget me..."

"Just wait, I will definitely take revenge..."

After this day, the story of a legendary fart spirit named [Gulu Avenger] began to spread among the Makaria orcs.

This legendary fart spirit even played an important role on the grand stage of the galaxy later on.