Chapter 183: New Possibilities for Orcs!
UR-250 stared at him. "What in the digital matrix...?"
Even in the Dark Age of Technology, he had never heard of a weapon with such a strange title before.
He was very skeptical if this thing was even really that powerful at all.
"Just now you said there were many intelligent mechanical beings on the other side. Did you feel reluctant about attacking them?" Francis looked at the dazed UR-250 with curiosity.
"You're overthinking it completely. I already said they were Degraded Iron Men. It's like when you humans see a monkey that can count, would you consider it one of your own?" UR-250 glanced at him, its mechanical voice even carrying a hint of mockery in tone.
"By the Throne...!" Francis was stunned by this. He had just been given a side-eye by a robot!
As colorful lights flickered before UR-250's optical sensors, he successfully infiltrated the Adeptus Mechanicus network. Following Francis's instructions carefully, he directly dropped the data package inside, swiftly infecting all services at once.
When his consciousness returned to his body, he saw several Dictator-class battleships turning their guns around and launching fierce long-range strikes.
Meanwhile, swarms of Degraded Iron Men began to descend from the vessels, pouring toward the attack moon in waves.
UR-250 was about to say something in warning, but then he saw the previously agile Degraded Iron Men all stop moving completely. Even the void shields on the battleships vanished entirely.
UR-250 looked confused. "This does not compute..."
Only Francis smirked with satisfaction. "Let the bullets fly for a while."
Immediately after this, the stable data flow within the Adeptus Mechanicus fleet suddenly paused, and then all screens began to flash with dazzling yellow light.
"Warning! Unknown program intrusion detected!" A cold mechanical voice echoed through the bridge around them.
At this moment, all the priests and technical personnel did not take it seriously at all, merely commanding the Servitors present. "It's just an electronic virus, clear it immediately!"
However, the next moment, an extremely glaring prompt box popped up on the screen before them.
"Thank you for choosing Ahn Butler! We found that your system may have high-risk threats. Starting a full scan immediately!" The prompt box also included a cute and absurd Ork Boyz smiley icon design.
The Servitors, obeying the Tech-Priests' commands dutifully, continuously operated the control consoles, attempting to clear the program.
But prompts kept popping up on the screen repeatedly.
"Your operation is not supported. Please contact Ahn Butler customer service to resolve the issue!"
"Your operation is not supported. Please contact Ahn Butler customer service to resolve the issue!"
The Tech-Priests saw this and a slight smile played on their lips with confidence.
"Interesting! Let us do it ourselves!"
"A small electronic virus, easily handled by us!"
The Tech-Priests revealed dozens of mechanical tentacles on their bodies and began furiously operating at extreme speeds!
On the screen, rapidly changing images flickered constantly, as if victory was just within reach now.
Just as they successfully closed Ahn Butler down, their faces were beaming with the joy of meeting a worthy opponent.
"It seems the opponent is an excpetional master, but this is our home turf after all. He truly lost with honor!"
"Perhaps the power the Omnissiah bestowed upon us, praise the Omnissiah!" Just as they were incredibly excited about closing Ahn Butler successfully, the battleship's server load suddenly increased sharply.
Countless red warning messages continuously popped up everywhere.
"Your ship's engine needs optimization!"
"Firepower system has vulnerabilities, please fix immediately!"
"Do you need to clean up expired data? We'll speed it up for you for free!"
"..."
A Tech-Priest accidentally clicked "Start Optimization," and then all programs stopped running. The entire battleship completely stalled, with only a progress bar showing "Remaining completion time: 9999 minutes"!
And no matter how he operated it frantically, he couldn't cancel it. He screamed in immense pain.
"Don't ever start optimization!"
"The great Omnissiah save us..." Before he could finish his prayer, the battleship lost contact with other battleships.
Many more Tech-Priests clicked "Start Repair," "Start Acceleration," and "Start Download," and without exception, all lost control of their systems.
The originally tight fleet formation was instantly disrupted, and several malfunctioning battleships even collided with each other violently.
Boom! Boom!
Countless explosions rang out from the Adeptus Mechanicus fleet, and the remaining battleships all sent out distress calls to Kelbor-Hal desperately.
"General! We've been hit by an electronic virus, requesting support!"
"General, it won't turn off!"
"General, I cleared the junk and deleted the engine!"
Countless cries for help rang out loudly. On the flagship, Fabricator-General Kelbor-Hal watched the incoming attack moon and other infected battleships with an incredibly grim expression on his face.
Activating his communication device immediately, he roared in fury at Francis. "Francis, today I'll show you what true technology is!"
With that declaration, Kelbor-Hal transmitted his own electronic virus to all battleships—a super electronic virus capable of automatically deleting data permanently.
Instantly!
On all Adeptus Mechanicus battleships, a unified alert tone sounded across the fleet. "Successfully intercepted APT attack virus, initiating forced scan!"
Tech-Priests stared. "That cannot be..."
Kelbor-Hal looked shocked. "Impossible!"
Isn't this a virus? How can a virus eliminate another virus like this?!
Seeing the enemy about to collide with them, Kelbor-Hal gritted his teeth and pulled out the ultimate holy relic, the Omnissiah's Scepter, roaring with authority. "In the name of the Omnissiah, purge all unknown programs!"
With a mighty roar, he raised the holy scepter high above. Its tip emitted a dazzling blue-white light brightly.
Countless neural pathways and network data streams began to reconstruct themselves, and holy word programs poured like a flood into every invaded terminal. The hymns of the Adeptus Mechanicus faintly echoed on the bridge, seemingly to purify this heretical encroachment completely.
Seeing these bizarre pop-ups gradually disappear from screens, the Tech-Priests all shouted frantically with relief. "In the name of the Omnissiah, purge all unknown programs!"
"Praise the Omnissiah!"
Just as all battleships adjusted and prepared for battle again.
Suddenly.
The screens flickered once more, and then all screens were rapidly refreshed into images of green Ork Boyz pinups everywhere.
Even their void shields turned into these images visibly!
"What sorcery is this?!" Kelbor-Hal and the Tech-Priests stared blankly at this scene. What in the world was this!
Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time left!
Because, it was coming now!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
"Waaaaaaaaaagghhh!"
The roar of the Ork Boyz had arrived. An attack moon directly slammed into a massive Adeptus Mechanicus flagship, erupting in a deafening explosion. The mechanical ship's armor was torn like paper. Its internal fuel and ammunition detonated in succession, fire engulfing the hull completely.
Other attack moons followed closely behind, like furious meteors in the starry sky, one by one crashing into the center of the mechanical fleet, ignoring all gunfire and evasive maneuvers entirely.
An Adeptus Mechanicus Titan-class battleship attempted to turn aside to avoid it, but was dragged by the attack moon's immense gravity force, eventually being crushed. Its hull breaking into two pieces, debris scattering like meteors through space.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Every impact was accompanied by violent explosions and dazzling fire, and the Adeptus Mechanicus ships were scattered in pieces everywhere.
Mechanized soldiers and Tech-Priests screamed on the bridge loudly. Control consoles sparked wildly, and the entire fleet descended into chaos.
In space around them, debris of Adeptus Mechanicus ships was everywhere. Shattered metal fragments and burning hull sections floated in zero gravity.
And it wasn't over yet. Francis emerged from the attack moon, brandishing a massive warhammer and shouting loudly. "Boyz! Charge forward! This is all free material! First come, first served!"
"Fly for me! Waaaaaaagh!"
Hearing this call, the Ork Boyz all roared excitedly. "We can fly toooo! WAAAGH!"
Then, with a sudden burst of effort, a plume of thick smoke shot out from behind him, and he, along with his footboard, rocketed forward into space.
Immediately, countless Ork Boyz "jet fighters" took to the sky, the green-skinned army forming a chaotic charging formation in space.
UR-250 watched silently. "This defies all logical parameters..."
"Uhh.... if it works, it works! Don't worry about the details!" Francis defended as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The Ork Boyz were still at a disadvantage against the Degraded Iron Men in melee.
"Wot iz dis fing?! Why ain't it lettin' me chop it ta bitz?! An Ork Boy swung a huge, crude axe, smashing it hard against the Men of Iron in front of him.
The axe blade, with rusty chips flying, only made a dull thud against the Men of Iron's chest plate.
The Men of Iron's armor surface only showed a dent, and the axe blade was rolled up badly.
"MORE AXES! LOTSA AXES!" the Ork boy declared not giving up, put all his strength into another sweeping blow hard.
The Men of Iron remained motionless, its pale blue mechanical eyes flickering coldly at him.
Then, it raised a large metal arm and punched the Ork Boy several meters away, sending him crashing into a pile of metal debris.
"Where's me gun?! Gimme da real dakka!" The Ork Boy fumbled for a long time, only to find he had sat on it and broken it completely.
Ork Boy stared at the pieces. "Zoggin' hell..."
Seeing this situation, Francis picked up some junk around him, fashioned it into a weapon, and threw it directly at that Ork Boy.
The Ork Boy looked at the metal stick in his hand with a bewildered expression. As he gripped it tightly, a laser sword suddenly shot out from the end.
"Boy! Remember, you are a warrior chosen by me, a Jedi Ork Boy!"
"Let these metal lumps know how powerful we Ork Boyz are!" Francis's voice came as he played the Iron Man theme, and the background music began to play in the Ork Boy's mind.
He reached out and grabbed at the air, and the Men of Iron were instantly pulled toward him through space. Then the Ork Boy leaped up high, delivering a backhanded slash that cut the opponent in half.
Finally, with a flourish of the sword, the Ork Boy then pulled a piece of cloth to wrap around himself, murmuring with sharp eyes.
"All fer… balanz!"
Immediately, the next second, the Ork Boy's eyes became incredibly clear and focused.
"Wot woz dat? …Wot'z 'balanz'?"
[End of Chapter]
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