Chapter 154 Dakra the Warmaster

Call me Doctor, Dakra. Believing in Earth and Lard is correct, and believing in Gork and Mork is also correct. With our current development, this world will sooner or later become ours, and when that time comes, we will be able to Waaagh! into other worlds.

Mad Doc Ayala, looking at Dakra who had already transformed into a Warboss, straightened his white lab coat and said.

Hahahaha! Thanks to Grot Ruwen, we got here, and I became a Warboss.

Dakra, holding a copy of the *Meditations of the Emperor*, laughed heartily and said to Mad Doc Ayala.

They were able to reach the main continent thanks to a small helicopter manually crafted by the Grot Ruwen. Taking advantage of the humans on the island letting down their guard after eradicating the greenskins, they quickly left the island and headed for the main continent.

Upon arriving at the main continent, their landing spot happened to be right in the middle of a greenskin horde. The greenskins of the main continent offered a cordial welcome to these outsider greenskins, a situation that could be described as: friends coming from afar, bullets greeting the face, and the bosses duelling.

After Dakra single-handedly bludgeoned a group of greenskin bosses to death, it successfully became a Warboss. With the help of Mad Doc Ayala and Grot Ruwen, it took them only a month to bring most of the previously fragmented greenskins under its command.

Coupled with Ruwen's brain—which worked as if blessed by Mork—and the various Grot-technologies it produced, Dakra established a firm foothold on the main continent within a mere month, becoming the largest greenskin tribe on the main continent.

I will have another round with the golden giant sooner or later!

Dakra stared at the sacred icon of the Emperor on the wall and said. It had already learned of Wang Ming's identity from the mouths of some human slaves—the divine offspring of the Emperor. This thrilled it immensely, as it believed that defeating Wang Ming would earn it even more favor from the golden giant.

In truth, the one granting it so many blessings was actually Gork and Mork. Aside from the Emperor, they also worshipped Gork and Mork, though the colossal statues of Gork and Mork were just a tiny bit shorter than the Greenskin Emperor colossal statue—truly just a tiny, microscopic bit shorter. Did you see those two five-meter-tall greenskins beneath the Emperor's colossal statue? Those were Gork and Mork.

Alright, alright, Dakra, let's have a think about what our next move should be. Our boys have already been training the way the stunties do, and the stunties' organizational tactics are really good.

Mad Doc Ayala, seeing that Dakra was about to start flailing its massive body around again, quickly spoke to divert its attention. One must know that this office had been furnished according to a stunty commander's specifications, and the stunty slaves had spent a long time completing the layout. Mad Doc Ayala certainly did not want Dakra to smash the office to pieces.

Oh, right, let me think... our forces have already dispersed, so the stunties can no longer use the big burnas to inflict heavy casualties on our boys. We should now pick a city with weaker stunty defenses to attack, thereby breaking through the stunties' lines. Then, we should focus on urban defense to deplete the stunties' ammunition and troops. At a war of attrition, we are far stronger; we have new boys joining our ranks every day, while the stunties' forces are being consumed daily.

Reminded by Mad Doc Ayala, Dakra immediately sprawled across the enormous desk and earnestly studied the map. It had previously acquired a Gothic-language version of *On War* from a transmigrator. Although it still could not quite understand it after looking at it for so long, some of the basic tactical theories within had been grasped with the help of Mad Doc Ayala.

Still, the stunties' weapons and equipment are truly magnificent. I want to have weapons and equipment just as good.

As Dakra spoke, it recalled the gear of the transmigrators and mortal auxiliaries, and began coveting those high-tech items as well.

Ruwen has been working hard to copy the stunties' weapons. Although it cannot figure out the principles behind those weapons for now, it should be about ready after a bit more time.

Mad Doc Ayala said helplessly as it watched Dakra once again coveting the stunty high-tech equipment. This fellow was good at everything, but it could never focus its attention for very long. There was simply no comparing it to those stunty commanders.

Indeed! Hahahaha! When Ruwen figures it out, I'm going to give every single boy a power choppa! Hahahaha! By then, our boys will definitely be the most Waaagh! greenskins in the universe!

Hearing Mad Doc Ayala's words, Dakra burst into excited laughter.

Mad Doc Ayala, how is the research on your stunty boss coming along? Have you figured out why the stunty boss is so strong?

Laughing heartily, Dakra suddenly remembered something and asked Mad Doc Ayala.

Ever since learning about the Astartes, Mad Doc Ayala had been researching why, despite both being stunties, the Astartes were stronger than ordinary stunties. In the greenskins' understanding, stunties possessed no Waaagh! energy—so why was the individual variance so vast?

To figure this out, Mad Doc Ayala had specifically had the boys collect some relatively intact transmigrator corpses to research the issue of differences among stunties.

Call me Doctor! How many times do I have to tell you? I am a doctor—a legitimate doctor.

Mad Doc Ayala had lost count of how many times it had reminded Dakra of its professional title. It detested the moniker "Mad Doc" because it believed the title was entirely unprofessional.

Alright, Mad Doc Ayala. No problem, Mad Doc Ayala.

Listening to Mad Doc Ayala's reminder, Dakra scratched the "hair" on its head and smiled as it replied.

I have studied the physical structure of the stunty boss. They differ greatly from ordinary stunties; their bodies are created through surgical augmentation. The exact surgical procedures remain unclear to me, however.

Mad Doc Ayala shook its head helplessly and said with a hint of annoyance. As for the Astartes surgeries, it had nearly mulled its brain into mushroom soup without figuring out a single thing.

Oh, I thought you could make the boys just as strong as the stunty boss.

Dakra said with a trace of disappointment. It had previously hoped Mad Doc Ayala could use surgery to make the boys stronger.

Mad Doc Ayala, how is my power klaw coming along? When can you install it for me? I see all those powerful bosses have power klaws.

Dakra asked Mad Doc Ayala again. It had previously approached Mad Doc Ayala hoping to have a power klaw installed because those formidable bosses all had them.

Ruwen has already cobbled it together. I can install it for you at any time. Shall we do it now?

Mad Doc Ayala looked at Dakra. To be honest, ever since it grew larger, everything had to be manually crafted for it by Ruwen, which was almost working Ruwen to death.

Good, right now! Hurry up and install it for me.

Hearing Mad Doc Ayala's words, Dakra grew excited once more. It was finally going to get a power klaw!

However, if you install the power klaw, that shiny golden armor you're wearing won't be complete anymore.

Mad Doc Ayala looked at the glittering golden armor it wore. This auramite-shelled armor had taken Ruwen a very long time to make, and Dakra loved it dearly, believing that the golden giant loved shiny golden things.

This... I still want the power klaw...

Dakra looked at its glittering golden armor, pondered for a long time, and then said with lingering reluctance.

Once the power klaw was installed, one of its arms would no longer be able to wear the shiny golden armor, which filled Dakra with profound dismay, much like a child losing a toy. Even so, it wanted the power klaw far more.

Led by Mad Doc Ayala, Dakra headed toward the operating theater. Mad Doc Ayala's current working environment was worlds apart from that small cave of the past; it had moved directly into a hospital within the city. Various medical instruments completely immersed it in the ocean of stunty surgical technology, though this immersion usually meant that any boy entering its operating theater only ever went in and never came out.

Do you need anesthesia?

Inside the operating theater, Mad Doc Ayala looked at Dakra lying on the operating table and asked.

Although orks could undergo all kinds of surgeries completely without anesthesia, Mad Doc Ayala still wanted its operations to be a bit more formal.

Anesthesia? What is that? I want to try it.

Lying on the operating table and hearing Mad Doc Ayala ask whether it needed anesthesia, Dakra wanted to give it a try. It had no idea what anesthesia was, but because it was something mentioned by Mad Doc Ayala, it was eager to experience it.

Come, turn your head around.

Hearing that Dakra wanted to try, Mad Doc Ayala broke into a wide grin. However, this smile caused the surgical mask on its face to split right open.

Alright.

Dakra slowly turned its head, presenting the back of its head to Mad Doc Ayala.

Looking at the back of the head before it, Mad Doc Ayala slowly pulled out an auramite brick from beneath the operating table, swung it in a full arc, and delivered a heavy blow to the back of Dakra's head.

The auramite brick made intimate contact with the back of Dakra's head. Dakra let out a miserable shriek before turning its head to glare at Mad Doc Ayala.

Mad Doc Ayala, why did you hit me?

Dakra blinked in utter bewilderment, unable to understand why Mad Doc Ayala would strike it for no reason at all.

This is stunty anesthesia. It just knocks you out so we can proceed.

Mad Doc Ayala looked at the bewildered Dakra and turned its head back around for it.

Is this how stunties do surgery? It's not much different from our own mad docs.

Dakra muttered to itself, failing to understand why stunty surgery was just as brutal as the greenskins'.

Smack, smack, smack!!!

After enduring numerous strikes to the back of its head, Dakra finally drifted off into a dazed unconsciousness. Human anesthetics had very little effect on greenskins; the only way to render a greenskin unconscious was through heavy head trauma, and it required prolonged beating at that. This was the greenskin surgical experience Mad Doc Ayala had gleaned from the numerous boys who had entered its operating theater—it was the best method of anesthesia for greenskins in the absence of injected squigs.

When Mad Doc Ayala had previously read stunty medical texts and studied alongside enslaved stunty doctors, it had formed its own understanding of anesthesia in stunty surgery. It believed that anesthesia was simply a method to rob a living organism of its perception in order to perform surgery better.

It had even experimented on itself with anesthetics. For this human-used pharmaceutical agent, it felt very little; the ork physiology merely made it feel slightly dizzy. Mad Doc Ayala ultimately concluded that stunty anesthetics were simply a form of injected squig.

Once Dakra was unconscious, Mad Doc Ayala commenced the surgery. First, it used an industrial-grade cutting tool to sever one of Dakra's arms, then used a monomolecular bayonet to trim the shape of the stump.

Having tidied up the incision, Mad Doc Ayala brought out the power klaw that Ruwen had made for Dakra and prepared to attach it to the severed arm. As the neural pathways linked up with the apparatus on the power klaw, the surgery was basically complete.

Mad Doc Ayala cleaned up the connection point between the power klaw and the arm to make it look neater.

When everything was done, Mad Doc Ayala sat down by the edge of the operating table, waiting for Dakra to regain consciousness.

Mad Doc Ayala, is my power klaw installed?

Not long afterward, Dakra woke up. It shook its head, looked at Mad Doc Ayala sitting by the operating table, and asked.

It's installed. Have a go.

Mad Doc Ayala looked at the newly awakened Dakra and felt that it really should acquire some injected squigs, otherwise every surgery would require knocking the patient out in such an unprofessional manner.

Clack, clack, clack.

Hearing Mad Doc Ayala, Dakra raised its newly augmented power klaw. Under Dakra's control, the power klaw flexed continuously, emitting a series of metallic clashing sounds.

Hahahaha! I am a Warboss with a power klaw now too!

Dakra leaped off the operating table, laughing happily. It could not wait to test the power klaw's might.

As it happened, the greenskin boys were already advancing on a city according to its orders, and it could head straight to that battlefield to test out the power klaw.

Returning to the perspective of Blizzard City, within the governor's office, Wang Ming stood before the holographic display, frowning as he contemplated the movements of the greenskin forces.

Through orbital reconnaissance, Captain Jiang Tao had discovered that the greenskin troops were advancing toward a city. It was a city near Blizzard City which, due to its location and scale, had no transmigrators garrisoned within. It held only the minor "noble army" Wang Ming had cobbled together, along with a garrison of two thousand mortal auxiliaries. The number of these defending troops was entirely insufficient to combat the greenskins.

The main reinforcing army would take a full day to arrive. The mortal auxiliaries garrisoned within the city had already begun mobilizing all transport vehicles to evacuate civilians. However, evacuating thirty thousand people could not be accomplished in a single day; for now, they could only do their utmost to hold the city until the arrival of the reinforcements.

Damn it, if their position falls, all thirty thousand civilians will die.

Wang Ming looked at the holographic screen before him, thinking with furious indignation. By the time they received this news, the greenskins were already nearing the city walls, and even if all transport aircraft were deployed immediately, they could not reach that city in time.

According to Captain Jiang Tao's analysis, this greenskin force clearly utilized camouflage tactics, and they concealed themselves so well that they evaded orbital reconnaissance.

Wang Ming thought to himself that these greenskins were becoming increasingly absurd. Such coordination and discipline even evoked a sense of crisis within him.