Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Galaxy collapse coefficient (24%)

"In that case, let's solve the problem in a faster way." The Silent King simply modified the gene bomb so that it mainly affects the division and mutation of the orc genes.

The split genes allowed the orcs' unified technology to branch into an independent tree. Orcs specializing in different directions spontaneously gathered together through the perception of genes.

The mutated genes greatly reduced the size of the orcs, and also allowed the birth of other species in their society.

A new social system of Squigs, Gruts, and Orcs was established, but the Silent King felt that it was not enough. He believed that the threat of the Orcs to the galaxy was still too high.

The huge gem formed by the twisted bodies of the Star God and the Ancient Saint shone brightly, and every surface that reflected the light showed the painful faces of the Star God and the Ancient Saint's death.

"You will have access to this creation."

Xerath felt a great honor to receive the Silent King's will. He gently rubbed the edge of the gem with his curious and awed eyes, and felt the power of knowledge washing through the data processors in his body.

What an honor!

Xerath was so excited that he wanted to shout and shout, but he still maintained the reserve of a scholar and approached the gem with elegant and quick steps.

What is the most destructive and anti-progressive thing about a civilization?

Civil war...never-ending civil war...unjustified civil war...

The reason for the civil war can be very simple, just like some people like to eat sweet tofu, and some people like to eat salty tofu.

Some neutral people who combine contradictions will say: It doesn't matter what you eat, as long as you are happy.

But now that these neutrals are running for their lives in panic under the pursuit of the Mark of Death, Xerath can provoke a civil war among the orcs in the simplest way.

The genetic fragments that symbolized intelligence and strength sank into the depths of the warp, becoming cunning and savage ever since.

Xerath inserted these two genes into the gem, allowing it to nourish two energy creations with similar properties to the Star God and the Ancient Saint.

The Gem drifted through the Warp, each dead Ork in the galaxy providing more power to the energy creation within the Gem.

In the end, the gem broke, and the orc gods named Goge and Maoge were born. They made it clear the ultimate meaning of their existence as soon as they met.

Brother Go: I have to kill this wretched little brat!

Brother Mao: I have to crush this idiot’s head!

The two gods are punching and kicking each other in the subspace. As long as their fighting continues, the orcs in the galaxy will never be truly unified.

At such a desperate moment, the smart orcs took out the last scientific research results. They have now become emaciated due to the influence of the genetic bomb, and they are just a few walking skeletons covered with skin.

"I...I...gu...those bastards..." A smart orc cursed. He felt that the knowledge he was proud of was gradually dissipating, and many of his colleagues had become Alzheimer's. .

"This is the last legacy left to us by the ancient saint." Another trembling orc pressed a button, and a multi-spherical sphere with complex structure slept quietly in the stasis field.

Judging from the text engraved on the console, this multi-spherical body is called: Ignorance Compensation Device.

This was inspired by an attack on a Necrontyr facility to study the creations of the Subject. Although the research process was difficult, the Old Saints and the Orcs were able to develop an experimental product of this device at the end of the War in Heaven.

"Unfortunately, we have not yet performed a reliable commissioning. It is unknown how useful this device will be."

"Sigh... It's better than nothing. Has the Genetic Programming Department stored our technological reserves?"

"After storing it, we put the knowledge into the spores. As long as we eat a lot of them, we can get the knowledge."

"Great, let's start the equipment."

The orcs pulled the lever, and the ignore compensation device was activated. This was the orcs' last regular weapon under the Necrontyr's sweeping offensive.

The fluctuation of equipment activation attracted the Necrontyr's strike force. They cleared the orcs in the facility and found a group of crazy orcs in the deepest chamber.

In today's terms, these orcs are snot monsters that are lower than grunts.

But to the immortals who wiped out the orcs, they were just a bunch of active organic matter.

The time warlocks reproduced the original scene by reversing time. After calculation, they found that the activation of the neglect compensation device could not be terminated, so they genetically edited the spores containing knowledge.

The orcs put a lot of effort into editing the genetic firewall, and the genetic wizards tried their best but failed to pry the foundation of these spores, and could only scrape off bits and pieces around their edges.

Finally, they came up with a simple and convenient method to replace the marginally deleted genes with other genes.

Gene fragments of the most disgusting and disgusting smells and tastes that living things can perceive have been inserted into them, giving the spores an evil look that no one wants to take a second look at.

The orcs vomited uncontrollably after smelling it. They would rather squat on the ground and bask in the sun than eat such disgusting things.

The same goes for lower-ranking slugs, who are quite happy to let lower-level snots eat these disgusting spores.

The civilization of the past was gone. The Grotto wore a grass skirt and held a whip made of rattan, lashing the Snivelle over and over again.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry! If I were that big! I could trample the big tech under my feet!" The grunt holding the whip yelled.

"Boss is right! You're right!" His follower nodded and bowed, nourishing the glutton's self-esteem with a flattering smile.

"Hurry up and dig out the spores! You lazy guys!" Grot cracked his whip, and Snotlout screamed and worked even harder.

A disgusting spore emerged from the swamp, and Grot was choked with tears and snot flowing all over the floor.

"Throw that thing away! Throw that thing away!" Grot used a whip to drive Snotlout away.

The Snotlings grimaced in pain. They were forced to step closer to the disgusting spores under the power of the Grots. The spasms in their stomachs made them unable to even walk.

"Trash!" Grotto picked up a stone with both hands and threw it at Snotlout's back.

Snotling fell on the spores and ate a little bit of it in his mouth. There was a spicy, smelly, sweet, salty, bitter, and sour taste in his mouth. He struggled while vomiting, and turned over and lay on the ground unconscious.

Seeing this scene, the Grots laughed, forcing more Snotlings closer to the spores, and then knocked them down one by one with rocks.

(This part of the content is a product of mixing and modifying the statements in the previous editions of the Holy Scripture Horns. There is actually no clear official setting. After all, the official has written two conflicting origin stories for the orcs)