Chapter 177: Invoking the Gods—The one with the highest altar wins!
Under the onslaught of canned goods, artificial eggs, and corpse starch, many religious people on the planet Australn have converted to the Divine Authority of the Emperor.
On the planet, in sanctuaries large and small, the stone walls were covered with images of emperors, and the ceilings soared into the clouds, as if reaching for the stars.
Several clergymen, dressed in magnificent robes, stood in a row. They held up their sacred texts, a version of the Book of Prophecy, its cover gleaming with gold.
Every believer gazed at them with utmost devotion.
With a deep horn sound, the clergy began to chant verses from the Book of Words.
"God-King! You are light, you are life that flows in a machine, you are the only myth!" The clergymen read aloud, his eyes shining with determination and faith.
The believers bowed their heads, clasped their hands, and trembled slightly, knowing the power and holiness of these sacred words. As the holy words spread, the hearts of believers gradually rose, and the atmosphere became increasingly sacred and solemn.
The candlelight in the sanctuary flickered, as if responding to the call of the sacred words, and the statue of the divine emperor on the altar seemed even taller and more solemn in the light of these prayers.
Every believer prayed silently, whispering along with the rhythm of the sacred words, repeating those powerful verses of praise.
"May the glory of the Divine Emperor forever illuminate us and guide us toward victory," another clergyman continued reciting, his voice growing louder and louder, carrying an irresistible force.
The believers throughout the church stood up, and what followed was not just a few words, but boundless faith and strength.
"The divine child lives forever, our guardians will never give up!" the believers shouted in unison.
A mysterious, profound feeling stirred in their hearts.
...
Both Curze and Magnus were very curious about how Francis could finish such a thick book in less than a Terran hour.
"How exactly did you do that?" Curze asked.
"How could it be written so quickly, and with such divine quality!" Magnus added.
Upon hearing their questions, Francis didn't try to hide anything. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said, "I copied the Holy Word of Lorgar and then changed part of it to the Divine Doctrine. Finally, I added my own interpretation, and the book was elevated!"
As he spoke, he adopted a compassionate expression and murmured, "Perhaps this is the divinity I was born with!"
Curze. "...."
Magnus. "...."
At this moment, Sarpedon came over. After Francis's personal treatment, the deformed parts of his body had almost disappeared.
"Primarch, we've brought over two abandoned planets. Are we going to use them as the first line of defense for the Eye of Terror?" he asked.
Francis turned and glanced at him, then explained, "Of course not!"
As they spoke, countless white orcs rushed over, roaring with immense excitement. It seemed like something really amazing was about to happen!
Gulp-gulp~
Francis drank the blood and instantly transformed into an orc.
The enormous green frame, the wild face, and the pair of eyes full of excitement and savagery connected him to these warriors.
"Orc brats! Smash it! Smash those two planets into resembling Gork and Mork! Waaaaaaaaagh!" Francis's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the ears of every white orc.
"Waaaaaaaaaagh!" they shouted in unison, as if the entire universe was trembling at their roar.
As they picked up trash from the ground and huddled together, a giant teleportation gun was completed.
"Waaaaaaaaagh!" Instantly, everyone was teleported to the planet.
"Waaaaaaaaagh!" This earth-shattering roar erupted from the mouths of tens of thousands of white orcs.
Thousands of enormous white orcs surged toward the planet's surface like a frenzied torrent. Wielding enormous warhammers, axes, and cleavers, they smashed into the planet's surface with uncontrollable power and extreme violence.
Their attacks were like a series of earthquakes, constantly cracking the planet's surface, with fissures spreading from every point of impact until the entire planet's surface was shattered into fragments.
The planet's shape rapidly became distorted and absurd. The initially round planet began to resemble the outline of a gigantic orc's head.
A part of the planet began to rise, gradually forming a violent, cunning orc face: a rough forehead, prominent brow bones, huge fangs, a ferocious mouth, and a pair of wild eyes.
As time went on, the surfaces of the two planets gradually began to merge into the shape of this "orc's head."
With each heavy blow from the white orc warrior, the surface of the planet drew ever closer to that terrifying face. The rocks and crust on the planet's surface began to reorganize like flesh and blood, even expanding and compressing like orc muscles, gradually forming distinct facial contours.
One planet's surface resembled a towering brow ridge, while another was even more distorted, its ferocious mouth seemingly roaring!
Just after Francis finished carving the final throne on the planet, the two monstrous planets seemed to come alive, letting out a deafening roar.
"Waaaaaaaaaagh!" Even the Eye of Terror on the other side blinked in fright!
At the same time, Francis saw it! He saw Brother Gork and Mork again, and two enormous orc heads appeared before him. Gork is brutal yet cunning, while Mork is cunning yet brutal!
"Bro, you're really amazing!" Francis's heart pounded like a war drum, thump-thump-thump.
He roared with immense fury, "Waaaaaaaaagh!"
The second brother spun wildly above his head, and a huge halo slowly rose, its protective light shining down on Francis.
But that wasn't all he was thinking. Francis continued to roar, "Boys, let's build a dueling arena, for the battle! Waaaaaaaaaagh!"
At that very moment, all the orcs shouted in unison.
"Waaaaaaagh! What is a duel arena!" one shouted.
"Waaaaagh! I don't know either!" another yelled.
"That's amazing! I didn't know either! Waaaaaaagh!" a third added.
And so, the orc boys simply and crudely gathered all sorts of building materials from all directions, broken steel plates, wreckage of old warships, and even parts of some used orc war chariots.
The construction tools were also in complete disarray.
Some orcs were smashing rocks with sledgehammers, others were using giant bones thrown at them to pound on the walls, and some were even using broken shields as saws to "carefully" cut thick trees.
The walls were built crookedly, and in some places they weren't even connected. The entire arena looked like a crazy maze.
"Crap! Open the door!" one orc shouted from inside.
"Don't poke my butt, I can't open the door!" another yelled back.
"Boss, help! I'm stuck!" a third cried out.
Some of the orc lads went into the building and ended up blocking themselves in.
Some lazy orc lads even got trapped at the construction site, only remembering to leave when they were starving. Some of the kids even set traps inside, only to fall in right after they finished.
The entire arena was filled with the sounds of explosions and swarms of orc boys flying everywhere.
Francis covered his eyes. He simply couldn't bear to look...
But it was eventually built! The orc lads pounded their muscular chests and shouted, "The arena is complete!"
The sound was a couple of times louder, and a stone slab fell out from the corner of the wall.
Francis sighed.
"..."
Fortunately, a sky bridge spanned between the two planets. This bridge, built by UR-025, was like a magnificent ladder to the heavens, connecting the two planets. At the center of the bridge stood a splendid castle.
Various cloned aliens were released from Francis's laboratory, and the orc boys were all eager to try them out.
"The free-for-all begins!" Francis declared.
The orc boys' tactics were not complicated. They charged at the aliens like an angry torrent, unleashing a deafening "Waaaaagh!" roar.
The orcs completely ignored the giant Goliath before them, instead raising their dilapidated weapons and beginning to tear everything apart with hammers, scimitars, and chainsaws.
Whenever an orc's weapon struck a monster's body, it produced a deafening roar, splattering the monster's blood everywhere.
Some orcs even leaped directly onto the monster's body to engage in a life-or-death struggle. The chaotic battle continued unabated, with countless monsters and orcs clashing and blood flying everywhere.
Gork and Mork watched all this with immense excitement, letting out a thunderous roar: "Waaaaaaaaagh!"
Francis's body glowed green again, and his size rapidly increased.
Curze stared in confusion, and Magnus gaped.
Inside the orc temple on the planet Ullanor, the temple was surrounded by rough stone walls, inlaid with ancient symbols that glowed a faint green.
In the center of the temple, two giant phantom statues stood, depicting Gork and Mork.
Inside the temple, a group of orc prophets sat cross-legged around the phantom of Gork and Mork, whispering their divine pronouncements and prayers.
Suddenly, the Gork and Mork they were looking at had disappeared!
"Did Gork disappear?" a prophet muttered in alarm, his voice filled with unease.
"How is this possible?!" another prophet exclaimed.
"How could our gods have disappeared?" a third prophet murmured to himself.
[End of Chapter]
Sorry for the late update. Couldn't do much work in the hospital in peace.