The darkness...the endless darkness...the darkness was so suffocating, its dizzy consciousness awakened, and it waved his hands and climbed up instinctively.
In the end, when a sound of space getting ripped apart finished, it was born.
It found many shining lights around it, but it was attracted by the largest shining light of them all, one comparable to the size of a building.
The strong consciousness felt the energies around it and as it made a dull noise, it shocked the surrounding disasters to multiply tenfold.
"BLOOD, I want BLOOD!"
It screamed in an unknown language, and sucked all the nearby lights around, and looked at the direction of the biggest light in excitement.
It shooked its head and roused itself from satisfaction. When it shouted just now, it seems something is preventing itself from eating all the lightspots it can find. Something is stealing its food.
After making a few disasters appear due to its rage, it seemed fine again!
It looked around, and some small lightspots were trying to escape itself. It knows this familiar smell, the smell called fear.
"KILL! MAIM! BURN!"
It shouted; its loud voice turned into disasters that amplified continuously in the entire plane.
Meanwhile, Chollo arrived in the lowest plane, and he went to the first Ork he has created.
The first Ork and its warband is completely experiencing another level compared to the other orkoids in the plane. It's like the difference between heaven and earth.
When Chollo finally found it, the First Two headed Ork is being hunted down unconsciously by the will of the Immaterium.
"This is?"
Chollo watched the two headed Ork and its retinue of bearboyz and snotlingz fight to escape the raging maelstrom of multiple natural disasters that were targeting it, and his emotions were a little complicated for a while.
"I have always wondered why there were fewer disasters when I came here this time around. Turns out they are mostly here. The two headed Ork is being chased by chaos, but what's surprising is that even though orkoids kept dying here left and right continuously, there are still so many orks popping out of this area."
The Immaterium, it is still the embryonic form of the Realm of Chaos.
It can't wait to welcome its servant race, and it feels the threat of the orkoids, so it can't wait to remove them so it can create the living space for its own exclusive trademark, the daemons.
Before Chollo crossed, he knew a little about the Immaterium.
No, to be precise, he has "contacted" the Immaterium at close range (the STC), so he has such doubts.
"I thought at first that if I replace the daemons that were supposed to live here with orks, the embryonic Immaterium would naturally accept them and let them thrive."
"But the intended outcome I had hopes for does not seem to be feasible in actuality."
Chollo took a deep breath.
His eyes were full of shock after knowing the truth.
"The truth is that the Immaterium has been involuntarily attracting souls to fall here since the moment it was established! It never stopped it's instinct to create daemons with the souls it has collected."
"It's not that these fallen souls want to go to the Immaterium, but the Immaterium is capturing them!"
At this time, the first ork's left eye on the right head lit up with Chollo's consciousness (right head has two eyes, left head has one eye on the forehead). Chollo has possessed the soul he left in the Ork.
When Chollo used the divine spark to tear apart the soul fragment, only the most basic part of the soul was retained. Personality, the sense of existence. The two heads are Ork, but also Chollo.
Such soul fragments, according to the knowledge points of textbooks, can only be regarded as "god avatars" with no self-consciousness of their own. But Chollo was able to bypass since the Ork has two souls and one symbiote, so they have the fortitude to survive the matchless divine power that was washing their entire body that time the soul was implanted, facilitating their coexistence.
If it weren't for increasing the survivability of the Ork spores, he would never split his divine soul.
Too bad, the initial spores orkoids grow from will quickly dissipate in the entire endless abyss, turning into a wisp of nothingness, so he had to do it.
But it is different from ordinary possession.
At this moment, he does not control the actual physical body, nor the mental willpower.
What he is currently doing is commanding the Tyranid Biomorph.
Although he only controls the biomorph, this does not affect his ability to influence the ork.
Because there is only one thing orks follow.
Strength!
But of course, there are other requirements, but it all boils down to authority and belligerence! The most important requirement tho, is that the boss must be green and look orky enough. That is the proper ork way.
"E're we go!"
"Waaaaaagh!"
"Teammates, much to improve. Humanoid beast hybrids. Inefficient, unacceptable."
"The will of the world starting to use the rules of the world instinctively, I have to take over before it becomes worse."
Entering this unfamiliar body, Chollo immediately began to extend his own consciousness to the [Hive], planting his commands to the biomorph swarm with his soul.
This is so Chollo can lessen the warband's casualties, let it not bleed too much. He needs these orks to mask himself, prevent the will of the Immaterium from discovering his plans.
The main goal is to allow Chollo to successfully control the entire Immaterium and oversee its growth in the future.
After all, in the extremely Immaterium, even he couldn't calculate what kind of changes the Immaterium would produce if he didn't do this.
The extremely chaotic rules represent the anathema to "order"!
When Chollo was still trying to take over the will of the world and take charge of the entire Immaterium.
In the observation room of University of the Phinnipels, Manny and the others were stunned.
They stared at the projection of Chollo's world without moving.
They were so surprised because they encountered an unprecedented situation.
Chollo's sparks were rapidly decreasing!
In a world that is gradually improving, the number of sparks is gradually declining!
This is not normal!
A few minutes ago.
"The will of the world has been born in the domain." Manny nodded.
He seemed a little excited at this time.
Because this is the first time, he has observed a will of the world born from a primordial world.
Before, although Manny had not seen the real primordial world with his own eyes, he had seen primordial creature.
But this time is different.
This time, what he observed was a world will that formed by itself with minimal supervision from the creator.
Although at present this living body only has a soul, not a body.
But such a "miracle" has already satisfied him.
After all, he was still looking forward, expecting Chollo to bring him more surprises.
But at this moment, an undergrad beside Manny suddenly exclaimed.
"Wait, Sir Suarez, something seems wrong!"
When Manny heard this, he couldn't help frowning.
"Wrong? What's wrong!"
The undergrad's gaze was not on Chollo's world projection, but on the divine spark leaderboard in the observation room.
"The number of Chollo's divine fire has dropped a lot just now, it's too much!"
You must know that Chollo is currently the first person in this batch, in terms of divine spark alone. Naturally, someone is always paying attention to such a terrifying value.
"What? Why?"
Manny suddenly blurted out.
"Why is the value of divine spark declining in an improving world?"
Several undergrads looked at each other, looking at the domain built by Chollo, they could not judge with their own knowledge.
"Wait a minute?! The divine spark value has dropped again!"
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"Yes! It's still falling!!"
At this time, reports on the number of Chollo's sparks in the entire observation room came one after another.
"!" "!" "!"
On the leaderboard panel, the number of Chollo's supernatural sparks is falling like crazy!
Such a falling speed is like a monstrous flood that has found a leak, and it is getting poured out quickly!
And it's getting faster and faster!
As they spoke, the number of Chollo's divine spark is nearing zero!
Watching the changes in the values on the system, Manny's face suddenly became extremely pale.
He suddenly thought of a terrible idea.
"Could it be that there was a mistake in the design?!"
"This world! Is it rebelling against the creator?!"
On the other hand, Chollo was completely unmoved.
Chollo looked at this world will curiously. As he was listening to its furious bellows, why does it sound a little familiar?
But as a creator, he still has to safeguard his belongings, and so he made a move, using his power to imprison the unaware will of the world.
After Chollo has surrounded the worldwill without any sense of vigilance, he naturally appeared in front of it, his body not emitting much power at all, a sign of great control.
"I am your creator!"
Seeing a weak creature appear in front of it boldly, the aggressive worldwill fumed disastrously, its surroundings are being battered by its huge howling gales, but what is surprising was that the wind disappears after crashing into the prison walls that surround it. It does not seem to affect anything outside the area at all.
"I will drink from your SKULL!"
The woldwill roared, and then directed the eye of its storm forward, and the warpstorm barreled ahead, blasting its way towards Chollo.
"Brutal!"
Chollo's activated his divine power, and a transparent phantom of a gigantic ork with two eyes condensed behind him. With an effortless wave of his hand, the phantom ork soon clenched its massive fingers and made a titanic fist.
With a ‘Boom’ it smashed the incoming warpstorm and decked the will of the world, not even sparing the huge mushroom canopy grown from dead orks behind the perpetrator.
When it regained consciousness after being thrashed over by Chollo, it stumbled as it tried to stand up again, but opposite it, the phantom condensed by Chollo is now a little different, it was a different ork, with a horn above its forehead and only one eye positioned just above the bridge of its nose.
Seeing the huge figure that also seems to fill the whole world, the worldwill now began to feel the emotion called fear for the first time!
"I am the God of Waaagh, the true god of the Tyrant Orks, and the creator of you! I do'nt like your attitude. Laozi is only instilling discipline in you, for your own good. Kunnin!"
The horn of the phantom orc began to accumulate the energies around it into a concentrated ball of swirling energy. It took some time to explain but it all happened in a blink of an eye. Before the worldwill can put his thoughts of running away into action, the horned ork has already released the projectile and it traveled swiftly and surely into the part of the will of the world that had been thumped by the other ork phantasm.
'Bang'
After some time, the will of the world woke up once again. Even if it does'nt have a real head, it can feel an unexplainable fusion of a headache, a hangover and tinnitus at this moment. After regaining some of its faculties, it looked around it and found that the lightspots, whether it was the mobz of bearboyz, two-headed ork nobz, or the servile snotlings, they all were kneeling on the ground. Seeing that the culprit of its unexplainable suffering is currently paying attention to itself, it approached Chollo ingratiatingly, appearing a bit comical, reminiscent of a dog wagging its tail.
"Little bloodblood is here and asking for forgiveness. I would like to be a skull throne. Let’s waaagh together!
Chollo and the wordwill left, and most of the disasters in the area became calm too, leaving only a few sporadic disasters behind.
The entire Immaterium, when the worldwill surrendered to Chollo, began to accustom itself to the orks.
Of course, the accustom here is not about symbiosis like the Tyranids.
The so-called accustom is actually to use the rules, elements, and energy conversion formulas possessed by the Immaterium to synthesize with the ork gene.
All of this is to gradually transform a part of the orkoid subspecies into a daemon ork hybrid.
It's a sign that the worldwill is willing to make the daemon a servant of the ork and not the other way around.
The daemonic gene that is inherently selfish will gradually become selfless until it becomes daemonic orks.
All the orcs that have been kneeling all rose up happily, hugging each other (to the death), dancing (with their choppas and boneswords), and singing (the cacophony of clashing swords and howling winds create rather artistic waaagh vocalists with the talent of improvisation).
The firstborn two headed ork roared to the sky. It can feel that new types of orkoids will soon awaken, and his blood was boiling for the proppa fight that is to come.
At this moment, the orkoids who had felt the presence of Chollo were all a bit bigger, tho their growth is uncomparable to the one possessed by the god himself.
A few two headed nobz screamed defiantly in front of him, so the first ork rushed to them, and after throwing a few punches, smashed the heads of a slightly bigger nob together, bathing in the glory of the other orks screaming, "'eadbang! 'eadbang!".
"We iz da boss, da prophet of da god of Waaagh, We iz da boss, Waaaaaagh!"
The ork was red-eyed, like a madman, though, upon seeing his twin head with a real horn looking more orky than him, he was unable to tolerate it anymore. It punched the other head, and the other head retaliated by using its hand to strangle the other and rammed its head into the other's face. The snotlings banded with each other to rebel against the stronger bearboyz, and for a while, the entire plain began to turn chaotic once more.
"It's really barbaric."
Above the sky, Chollo said helplessly, but he didn't stop it, Orks were like this, savage and full of passion.
The smashed corpses were exposed to Chollo's sunlike light, and mushrooms began to grow on their corpses.
Mushrooms also began to grow faster in the places where the two headed nobz are.
Except for the bloodlines that were there at the beginning, many new orkoid bloodlines are gradually appearing after the allegiance of the world will.
Orks are asexual creatures. They consist of a plant spiral and an animal spiral to form basic genetic cells, and they emit spores all the time. These spores fall on the ground. Even in an environment that is particularly harsh like the Immaterium, they can grow mushrooms due to the protection of divine will Chollo is giving back to them. These mushrooms will absorb the energy formulas, grow roots that burrow deep into the ground, and then form an orkoid underground. When the orkoid matures, the ground ruptures, and the creature inside crawls out. That is how a new ork is made.
It's just that the kind of orkoids produced are completely random, it may be a two headed nob, it may be a trio of snotlings or it may be a bearboy and little squig that will soon grow into a bear.
The orkoid will use different weapons according to different talents. The most basic are the sluggaboyz and the shootaboyz, which their bloodline of course, hasn't been unlocked yet, but will be, in the future, once a strong enough threat arises.
And the corpse of the orc will also give birth to spores and mushrooms. Sometimes, when a battle is too fierce and the loss is too great, the warboss will find a special type of ork bloodline fighting for him.
Within a few days after the appearance of that orkoid, there will be an endless green tide of orks being spawned at amazing speed by the promise of waaagh.
Orks don't reproduce sexually, they are asexual! And the harvest is huge, not bad even for him, a citizen of the rice staple country like the Phinnipels.
If all else fails, because there are plant spiral genes in the body, orcs can absorb energy to maintain basic survival.
Of course, this can only be used to maintain their basic survival. If you want them to grow stronger and stronger, they still need to eat enough to fight well.
Few people would believe that these lively, bloodthirsty and aggressive orcs just came from mushrooms!
After that leadership-determining battle, most of the fighters that were alive before are now dead.
The prophet, having calmed down, sat on the corpse of a 7-meter-long bear, carrying the head of its bearboy that is still dripping blood.
For the orks, when they are not fighting, resting on their laurels is the second most comfortable time. If there is something more comfortable than that, it is using their spoils of victory for fighting.
Growing hungry, the horned head of the prophet plucked the brains of the bearboy, chewed and swallowed. Its counterpart head tore one of the huge bear's paw and feasted on it.
"We iz da the big boss. Follow uz if you wantz to eat and fight!"
After eating their fill, the prophet and his nobz walked to the mass grave being dug up by the snotlings, and jumped down.
They searched inside for a long time, but they didn't find the corpse of the prophet's rival, a nob with only one head remaining.
The prophet angrily jumped out, his red eyes beaming with fury.
"Waaagh! There iz no onehead, the boyz are lazy, We iz angry, We wantz to eat onehead, waaaaagh!
Looking at this chaotic scene, Chollo chuckled as he saw the aforementioned ork roaring in anger as one of its enemies is scurrying away, and it seemed to be evolving into a different bloodline despite starting out as a nob. Chollo was happy that the orks dont really stay limited to the forms that they start with, and they can evolve to suit their needs. He soon got tired of observing the orks and he focused on his own data interface.
"True name: Orkanid."
"Level: Demigod."
"Title: God of Waaagh, One demigod legion."
"Magic skills: Brutal, Kunnin, Infest."
"Dependent Family: Tyrant Orks."
"Quantity: 20,000++ (grown) / 20,000++ (symbiotes) / 100,000+++ (spawning)"
Faith: 201456.
Zealot believers: 42,354.
"Subsidiary Realm: Realm of Chaos."
"Homeworld: Gaia."
"Property: None."
The wave of miracles shown by Chollo has awakened the faith of the Orks originating from their blood.
In the future, all the orks and their symbiotes will be his fanatics when they are born.
While his other classmates are still showing miracles, slowly guiding them, even teaching their family members how to survive and develop, Chollo is already a hands-off shopkeeper whose products, the orks, are already selling like hotcakes just after production. In other words, they are already zealots after spawning. Specific technology is grown through symbiotes, and knowledge of what they want to do is on their bloodline.
In the Tyrant ork's mind, the god of waaagh is a two headed god and their belief to it is already deeply-engraved in their genes. (That's why the two heads are all nobz.)
According to legend, the head with two eyes, and have longer, bigger canines is known as Gorky, and he is brutal and cunning. The horned head with one eye is Morky, and he is cunning and brutal.
Sounds almost the same, doesn't it?
There is also a difference, that is, when Gorky sees you, he will rush up to hit you hard. While Morky will first find an advantage against you before hitting you just as hard.
This two-headed god is the most perfect incarnations of orks, for the two combined represent their unification. And all orcs know that they can go to the warband of the great god after death and engage in a never-ending chaotic brawl, that is, the great waaagh!
Nearly 30,000 mushrooms spawned in the area after the great fight with the world will. The presence of Chollo sped up the birth of more than 30,000 new orkoids.
In the great civil war, ten thousand died in the battle royale, and the prophet and his warband killed several thousand survivors more, those who are not willing to follow them.
But Chollo doesn't feel distressed at all. Orks are like this, fighting all the time, or travelling to where the fighting is. He deliberately prevented the symbiotes from participating because he tried to experiment whether orks would grow faster when not being spoonfed. It did'nt disappoint him because another bloodline appeared. In the end, he still allowed the symbiote's to intervene again, and continue the procedure with the fastest spread method.
Victory between warbands will be decided by their strength, with both side's symbiotes only participating to help the weaker side win and push the once stronger side to flee their territory and search for 'greener' pastures.
The old warband dies, the new warbands live. There are exceptions to this tho, that of the prophet and onehead's. Chollo has regarded them as his golden babies and has already delineated their territories on the first and second layer of the Immaterium already.
Chollo's consciousness returned to his body and took off the helmet. The time ratio between the main world and the subsidiary world is one day in the Gaia and one year on the subsidiary world.
After the night passes, he will see more orks and the new bloodlines tomorrow, it's so beautiful when he thinks about it!
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he fell asleep on the bed.
At this time, earth-shaking changes were taking place in the Immaterium.
More and more planes are being incorporated by the orks, and the new bloodines began to appear.
The prophet blinked as he saw a massive being with 6 steely spiderlike legs appear, and he couldn't help but greet it in the most gorky way possible, by jumping upwards and punching it in the face. The 10-meter monster was pushed back, and some of its teef broke as it could not withstand the 6-meter prophet's force.
The sinboy whose teef was broken was not to be outdone, and it responded by channeling magic on its arms, and guided it into a laser like beam against the prophet. The prophet defended in kind, with its horned head also using its palms to shoot magic fire and resist the sinboy's laser. Before the two magic fires can determine the victor, the prophet's second head has already finished accumulating its strength, so it rammed its whole body into the bigger sinboy's leg carrying the most center of gravity. The sinboy was outbalanced, and prophet took the opportunity to climb atop it and clung upon its horns growing in its back and kept kicking its neckless head that is positioned well below its horns, until it finally yielded to the prophet by kneeling its front knees submissively.
As more and more orks were born, not only is the prophet fighting and subduing them, but onehead and the others also.
The snotlings banded together with the bearboys, the twoheaded nobs began to work with onehead's bloodline, not purely to hurt each other, but more about fighting the new threat of daemonlike orks wielding part of the power of the Immaterium. This crazy waaagh continued, with the symbiotes switching allegiances to help the weakest side survive.
The strongest orks became bigger and bigger in the battle and became more and more crazy. When they were hungry, they would bite their opponents, eat their meat, and drink their blood!