"Let's go, let's go, we'll go everywhere——"
"Hey guys, let's give him a punch!"
"If you can't finish eating the fart stuff, you'll have to enter the punishment phase!"
A savage clamor passed through the sinuous walls and oval doorways of the corridors, drifted through the smooth spiral ramps and open crystal forest domes, and lingered around the crumbling and ruined statues of huge wraiths.
For any Ada, this place is so strange yet extremely familiar.
Because this is an Arkworld, the home of all the Ada who claim to have preserved the old civilization. Since the Great Fall, there have been many Arkworlds wandering around the edges of the galaxy. Each Ark has preserved an Eldar society that they have the foresight to avoid. Set in motion the incredible catastrophe that swept across the vast majority of their race during the Great Fall, for those Ada who spent their lives aboard ships, these massive ships were states, fortresses, residences, and sanctuaries, all unique to them. , each one is the pinnacle product of the psychic industry.
Over the course of tens of thousands of years, these limited Arkworlds have always been tragically reduced. The reasons are various. Internal conflicts, external enemies and unknown accidents have all caused losses, just like this Arkworld -
The light of the Prophet's dome that was supposed to be the center of the entire Ark was extinguished, the curved walls were torn open, the door was shattered, and huge crystal fragments were everywhere.
At some point, some force came onto this craftworld and destroyed it with incredible violence.
But now it's occupied by equally ancient, yet unusually savage, life.
They piled garbage together indiscriminately, daubed disgusting graffiti on murals depicting ancient gods, toppled beautiful statues or transformed them into ugly shapes they thought were cool, and those priceless arts and crafts were even destroyed They are used as mattresses or fuel.
Groups of farts lit fires with precious furs and finery while bickering over trivial matters.
Their voices are harsh and they speak so fast that even the most accomplished linguists cannot understand what these creatures are chattering to each other.
Some of the leaders of the little green-skinned slaves who stood high up were now wearing fragments of the noble prophet's robes, and wearing crowns made of gems on their heads. They danced and commanded their subordinates to throw the tattered furniture into the air. in the fire.
Each grunt went about its chores with gusto, jumping around the fire and casting scrawled shadows on the ancient domes of Ada's hallowed halls.
The owners of these farts are also busy, but the green skinned boys are all crowded in, or they naturally like to get together. After all, sitting and doing nothing will make any green skinned person very uncomfortable. They would rather spend their time Play some pranks on the same kind, such as squatting on the head of the sleeping kind and excreting into the other's open mouth——
Of course, there are more fights and fights. After all, for greenskins, there is almost nothing better than fighting to relieve boredom. This makes some farts huddle in the corner of the hall to avoid being defeated accidentally. The green boy ate it in a rage.
But just internal fighting can't really satisfy the greenskins. They need real fighting and real bloodshed. Now there are a lot of them. Although most of Ada's ark is a spiritual bone structure and cannot grow a boy, it still There is a considerable area of forest and land, and even lakes and oceans, so the number of members of the 'Black Hole' pirate group occupying this place has already increased more than ten times.
The sheer numbers make this pirate warband more powerful, but also make it more difficult to control, even for the most experienced pirate leaders.
"Harder!"
An angry voice sounded, causing the Goats to instinctively bury their heads in their scavenger bags.
Accompanied by heavy breathing, the five sweaty green-skinned boys were trying hard to pull the chains in their hands. They were all big guys with much stronger physiques than the other green-skinned boys. Their combined strength could pull down a tank, but in The thing on the other end of the chain barely moved at all.
It was an even bigger guy, covered in thick armor pieced together from various metals. On his square head was an ugly helmet made of a broken Ada spear and a battle head armor piece. Around his neck was a Wearing a ring of sparkling Ada jewelry, he squatted slightly with his feet spread apart, and the chains were tied around his waist as thick as a tree trunk.
"Harder! Or I will fuck you hard!"
Seeing the small eyes on the big face full of scars staring at him fiercely, the big guys gritted their teeth again and pulled the chains on their hands backwards.
The whole boy in the hall stared at the guy expectantly, looking forward to the moment he was pulled down.
When nothing happened, some of the boys in the hall began to boo, saying without hesitation that this was all a fool's errand.
The green-skinned boss let out a rumbling sigh.
"Nothing happened."
The next second, he swung his two thick legs, stood up, and roared.
waaaaagh! ! !
Those big guys were like thrown wine bottles and flew out comically with the swing of the chains. After smashing over the garbage and crushing a few unlucky screaming farts, they passed out on the spot. .
The leader who finished venting shook slightly, saliva dripping from the side of his chin. When he saw another huge guy walking in, his expression changed from boredom to anger.
It was a green-skinned boss who was slightly larger than him. He was wearing a captain's uniform sewn with various unknown rags. An eyepatch made of Ada's exquisite silver carvings was worn slantingly on his face. His big green face looks a bit funny, and if you look closely, you will find that the "accessory" made of silver wire is probably part of some kind of "sexy costume".
The green-skinned pirate captain also wore a human navy captain's cloak that he stole from somewhere. The cloak was mixed with some fragments that looked like medals. It looked a bit like gold. There was a cap on his head. A captain's hat that doesn't fit very well, with jagged spikes protruding from it.
The pirate captain was so huge that he was respected even by the big gangsters who were wielding axes and practicing with the idols of Elda.
But the previous one was not so respectful. It spat on the ground, and then hummed:
"Captain, the boys have been clamoring to beat up the reptiles for a long time! We can't waste time on a broken ship that can never be repaired!"
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked through the huge hole in the dome at the giant thing that was gradually taking shape.
It’s been a long time since I wrote about green skin. I don’t know if the taste is still good.
