Traveler of the River of Time and Space-Chapter 563 - 41: Greenskins! The Apocalypse!

In the boundless space.

A vast fleet was slowly entering the star system before them. The fleet was so large it was difficult to calculate its number, but what seemed both ridiculous and amusing was that, apart from the interstellar giant ships, each over a dozen kilometers long, there were also tens of thousands of only a few hundred meters long frigates cobbled together from countless pieces of scrap metal, exuding a steampunk style of the kind one might associate with 19th-century civilization. These frigates were basically simple iron frames on the outside, yet they still managed to keep up with the massive iron main fleet, traveling at astonishing speed through the universe.

This was a massive fleet that defied all physical laws.

On the right wing of the massive fleet, on a frigate whose bow resembled a giant steel beast, there came a rowdy uproar; even in the outer space environment, one could still hear the cacophony of the Ook Orcs.

Their voices seemed not to require air for transmission, and it seemed they themselves did not need air to breathe.

On the vast deck were parked rows of fighter jets.

Compared to the extremely crude steel battleships, these fighters appeared more advanced. They looked somewhat like MiG-15s, planes from the World War II era, with slightly bloated fuselages adorned with strange coatings and decorative items that served no actual purpose but were attached for their unique aesthetic—like a peculiar gear mounted on the fuselage, or a damaged metal mask embedded in the tail part.

These items were perhaps trophies acquired by the owner of the fighter jets.

Over a hundred short, green-skinned Snotlings were busily working. Even the Orcs' fighter jets required maintenance, orchestrated by a sharp-toothed Goblin, whose left ear was adorned with piles of metal earrings, and who was at that moment continually lashing a Snotling who had knocked things over.

The scientific name for Snotlings is 'Snotlings'.

They are the accompanying species of Orcs, vast in number, serving as pets and followers of the Orcs and as scapegoats for the Goblins in Green-skin society.

In fact, they play a very important role in the Green-skin self-circulating ecosystem.

As mentioned earlier, Green-skins are asexually reproducing organisms; planted into the ground, they can grow into a large brood, rapidly growing like mushrooms.

But in reality, when the spores germinate, Snotlings are the first Green-skin species to hatch. They are responsible for planting fungal vegetation, and only then will Squigs, Goblins, and Orcs hatch.

Snotlings are the smallest members of Green-skin society, with brains the size of peas and extremely low intelligence, like a group of eternally energetic, fervent, and uncontrollable little pets, parasitizing in Green-skin gatherings. They handle cleaning up garbage and excrement, conveniently stealing small trinkets along the way. They are the "Cleaner Fish" of Green-skin communities, subsisting on food scraps and bones.

All Green-skins lack any gender traits; they are neither male nor female. They are distinguished only by type and size, with generally robust, larger forms being Orcs.

"A bunch of trash," the Goblin said, satisfied after having indulged its sadistic desires, affectionately wiping the muzzle of the cannon in front of it.

The Orc language is peculiar yet uncomplicated. They live in clan units, and when a clan grows powerful enough and has a target for war, a grand war known as 'WAAAGH' begins.

The Green-skin clans will swarm forth, destroying everything. They are so fervently devoted to war, considering it the sole purpose of life.

They are the Fourth Plague.

They once severely damaged the Ancient Lost Empire. If not for some species invading from outside the Milky Way Galaxy and encountering them, these vast Green-skin clans would have conquered planet after planet.

Of course, without enemies and wars under the name of 'WAAAGH', they would inevitably fall into endless infighting.

Beside those fighters resembling MiG-15s were plenty of Goblins; they were the pilots of the Green-skin clans. Look down upon them not for their crude aircraft, for these extremely rough iron lumps can contest air superiority with the Empire's ace pilots in supersonic environments!

This is no joke.

This is the inherent Talent of the Green-skinned Orcs, an Energy field known as 'WAAAGH'. As long as they believe the things they've made are useful, they can draw out the corresponding power, completely defying any physical laws.

The Green-skinned Orcs can smash a tank with primitive, crude melee weapons, as long as their 'WAAAGH' field is strong enough.

Their Explosive Guns practically have endless ammunition. When the Greenskins swarm forth, forming a massive 'WAAAGH' field, throughout a whole battle, you wouldn't see any Green-skinned Orc needing to reload.

And indeed, the most troubling issue is that the more the Greenskins, the stronger the gathered 'WAAAGH' field becomes—strong enough to cause Twisted Reality, strong enough to allow 19th-century-grade battleships to engage in Interstellar travel in outer space.

When the number of Greenskins reaches a certain point,

they might even awaken the most ancient gene memory, creating Star Gates with the ability to traverse Subspace.