Starting from the Planetary Governor

During this process, their numbers would slowly spiral upwards. Many Green Skin Orcs would die in internal conflicts, but despite fluctuations, the overall population continued to grow. At the same time, as more battles were fought and more Orcs were present, so their so-called 'Waaagh' Force Field became increasingly potent.

This force field was intricately related to Spiritual Energy yet not quite the same; akin to some kind of 'idealist technology,' it would make their tribal strength grow stronger, and their technology would inexplicably advance. Various weapons and equipment 'devised' by the Orcs themselves and usable only by them would one day enable them to embark on a journey to the Star Sea.

Of course, without external interference, this process would be incredibly lengthy.

However, with external forces at play, such as if they consumed enough brains from other species or witnessed sufficient warfare technology from humans or other intelligent races, then the sparked Goblin Technicians, sly young Orc tech geniuses, and various other technically adept Greenskins would rapidly accelerate the process.

By this standard, in the ruins of Rage Owl Star's tower, the Orc Clan that numbered merely in the tens of thousands shouldn't have developed killer cans or terrify iron tanks. They had guns, they had thermal weapons, and that could be deemed as fast enough progress.

Similarly, the reports from Rubbish Town in the past never mentioned large-scale wars launched among substantial Green Skin factions.

This isn't quite consistent with the situation of wild Green Skins.

But it's even less equivalent to spacefaring Green Skins.

If a Green Skin Tribe capable of crossing the Star Sea should set its eyes on Rage Owl Star, then it's time to call it a night, for they would be unstoppable.

The appearance of the Green Skin Orcs at the ruins of Rage Owl Star was indeed an exceptional case.

It could also be that humanity's research on the ecology of Green Skin Orcs was still inadequate, something that even the knowledge that Gu Hang had frantically been catching up on lately failed to elucidate.

For this very reason, he felt concerned about the current situation of the special operations team.

With such an unusually distinct Green-skin Orc Tribe, who could know whether an incident could arise that could catch even the star warriors off-guard?

The Emperor's Death Angels often lived up to their demi-godly reputation; but amidst the combat against the numerous ghouls and demons of the universe, sometimes they would die in droves.

Green Skins were one of those many 'ghouls and demons.'

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It wasn't that Gu Hang was a jinx, but the special operations team really did run into major trouble.

Setting the clock back to eleven in the morning, after the orbital strike hit, they indeed were unharmed.

They patiently waited for some time, after the lingering effects of the bombardment dissipated and radio communications were restored, they reported back to the governor that they were safe. Then, following the orders of the governor, they made their way to the site of the orbital bombardment.

The primary investigation site was actually the gathering place and the main base of the Green Skin Orcs.

They went to the main base first.

There, the scene was almost identical to where they set out from, also a huge crater with surrounding buildings completely leveled. The difference lay in the massacre here where there were many more goblin sages and orc artisans among the wreckage of Green Skin structures.

That was about it.

They wandered around the area of the strike, assessing the effects of the assault, while also keeping an eye out for any survivors nearby.

The Green Skin Armory confirmed destroyed;

Green Skin camp confirmed destroyed;

Three Green Skin Spawning Farms confirmed destroyed;

And it has to be said, Green Skins were terrifyingly tenacious. Even an apocalyptic level of bombardment—that which was more intense than a nuclear strike—couldn't take down those who were farther from the blast center, especially those who, at the time of the bombardment, happened to be in more robust shelters.

Thankfully, their numbers were not many, and they were scattered.

Without being detected, they didn't waste time exterminating them. Of course, if it was convenient, they'd take them down.

Due to the nature of Green Skin Orcs, as long as their leader was killed in the bombardment and if none of the surviving Orcs stepped up as a leader, they would revert to 'intelligent beasts,' acting solely on instinct and fighting among themselves until a new leader emerged.

During this time, they were at their weakest. If humans seized this opportunity, they could completely wipe them out.

Then, with thorough cleaning of every inch of land the Orcs had tread upon, the Orc crisis could be considered resolved.

Of course, due to their tenacity and spore-based propagation, one must never let their guard down regarding the Orc threat. For a long time to come, this planet must remain vigilant, keep monitoring the places once afflicted by the Green Skin calamity, and periodically eradicate any suspicious plant life.

But as long as they didn't grow complacent and carried out the empire's regulations diligently, any problems that did arise would be minor, mostly nipped in the bud before they could escalate into a major crisis.

However, just as they were relaxing a bit, a roar reached them from afar.

Startled at first, they quickly realized it probably wasn't because their presence had been detected.

It sounded more like a Green Skin Orc rallying its comrades with a battle cry.