Chapter 65: You are a very nice person
"Life Magnetic Field: 90,000 Horsepower, Achieved!"
Under the influence of an extensive mind network and the distorted reality force field, Dukel successfully pushed the life magnetic field to 90,000 horsepower. This achievement confirmed his previous hypothesis: that single-enhancement technology involving idealistic power must be underpinned by distorted reality force field technology.
Moreover, Dukel could sense that 90,000 horsepower was far from his limit—it was merely the limit imposed by the current state of the Orks under Bonebreaker Saraka's command.
The Orks unified by Bonebreaker were too few for greater advancements.
But there was no need to rush. For now, it was just one planet with billions of Orks at most. With the Great Waaagh Expedition led by Dugo's Great Evangelist, Bonebreaker Saraka, their numbers would multiply exponentially.
Mental enhancement, however, remained at a bottleneck—though there were signs of progress. Dukel knew there was no need to force the matter; breakthroughs would come naturally.
After organizing the results of his calculations, Dukel accessed the mind network to upload his findings.
[System Update]
Reality Distortion Force Field Technology: Available on the HeartNet Mall. Price: 10,000 points.Biomagnetic Field Technology (90,000 Horsepower): Available on the HeartNet Mall. Price: 10,000 points. (Prerequisites: Biomagnetic Field Technology (50,000 HP), Reality Distortion Force Field Technology.)
The network, quiet for so long, buzzed with activity as the notification spread.
"Ouluo Star, Ork East Continent battlefield! We need medics at these coordinates—wait, new tech dropped?!"
"At last! I saved all my points for this!"
"90,000 horsepower biomagnetic field?! It enhances vitality, lets warriors heal by absorbing life energy from the environment—this tech is insane!"
"Finally, I can crush those damned Orks! Kill, kill, kill!"
While browsing the updates, Dukel reflected on his position. From the moment he captured Bonebreaker, his mission to delay the enemy's advance had been fulfilled.
But merely fulfilling a task wasn't his style. As a Primarch—a demigod among men—he aimed higher. Not only would he thwart the enemy's progress, but he would also turn the Ork tide to strike back.
Only then could he call it a true victory.
Dukel sought out Gris, who was still operating through his servitor body. The Great Sage had been instrumental in the plan to infiltrate the Ork network and was now compiling experimental data.
"Your Highness, how can I assist you?" Gris asked through the telepathic network.
"What's the status of Bonebreaker?" Dukel inquired.
"Well," Gris replied hesitantly, "Saraka is currently rallying the Ork leaders to launch a counterattack... against us."
Dukel paused. After a moment, he responded calmly.
"Contact him. Tell him I want to negotiate."
At noon the following day, Dukel arrived at a temporary meeting room set up by the Orks. Soon, Bonebreaker Saraka strode in with an air of arrogance.
The Warlord was riding high, fresh from victories in the Shrimp Fleet and favored by Brother Du. His newfound strength and cunning had elevated him to legendary status among the Orks.
Even so, when Saraka saw Dukel, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of fear—an instinctive reaction to the overwhelming power of the Primarch.
But with Dugo's backing emboldening him, Saraka puffed out his chest and sneered. "Big Shrimp, don't try any tricks. I'm not the same as before. If you move against me, my brothers will tear you apart!"
Dukel remained composed. "You misunderstand. I am not your enemy."
"Then why are we here?" Saraka demanded.
"I want to ask you one question," Dukel said, his voice calm.
"Ask away!"
"What is 1000-7?"
Without hesitation, Saraka blurted, "Twenty-two!"
The Ork Warlord froze. His bravado dissolved, replaced by the blank compliance of a deeply hypnotized state.
Dukel's mental conditioning of Saraka was flawless—so subtle that even the Warlord himself was unaware. He had implanted a mental "key," accessible only through specific stimuli.
"Saraka," Dukel began, "why are you rallying the Orks against humanity? Humans are not your enemy."
"Then what should we do?" Saraka's voice was uncertain.
"You should unite the Orks across many worlds. Follow Dugo's revelation and embark on the Great Waaagh Expedition. Chaos, Tyranids, and other monstrosities occupy countless worlds—those are your true enemies. Humanity can help you in this crusade, not hinder you."
Dukel's words resonated. Saraka hesitated, then nodded. "You're right. Humans are not our enemy."
Dukel smiled. "Then you know what must be done."
As Saraka's consciousness returned, he growled. "Shrimp human! This is for Brother Dugo's Waaagh Expedition—not a compromise!"
Dukel nodded graciously. "Of course. I'm honored to have such a mighty ally."
Before Saraka could leave, Dukel handed him a small item. "Take this as a token of friendship. If you encounter a one-eyed Commissar on the battlefield, it may prove useful."
Saraka examined the golden double-headed eagle medallion. Its intricate craftsmanship captivated him.
"I like this. You're alright, Shrimp," Saraka said, grinning as he left.