Inside the Eternal Dusk derelict, a corridor: "This place really stinks."
Tenjiro closed the external circulation system, blocking out the foul air.
Upon arriving near the Eternal Dusk derelict, Alex immediately gave the order to attack.
The Players formed small teams, using the complex terrain of the derelict to flank the Orks army, attempting to decapitate the Ork Warmaster.
The Space Wolves and other Imperium forces formed the main assault, attacking the Ork fortress to create an opportunity for the Players.
"Stop complaining."
Warmaster used the acquired scan data to establish a battlefield situation map, sharing it with others in the team.
At this moment, the Imperium forces led by the Space Wolves had already launched their offensive.
Explosions could be heard from afar from time to time.
"You won't even let me complain? Are you trying to be a dictator?" Tenjiro complained.
"My dear subject, if you complain like this, can you talk that Ork leader to death?" Zhuge said.
"No, but it makes me feel better."
The Players chatted as they ran quickly.
They were all wearing bulky Hell Pioneer Power Armor, and every step they took made a dull thud.
However, the clumsiness of the armor did not affect their speed in the slightest.
In just a few minutes, they had passed through several kilometers of the derelict ship area, approaching their target location.
The closer they got to the Ork fortress, the more frequent and violent the explosions became, and they could clearly feel the ground shaking, indicating the intensity of the frontal battle.
Along the way, they saw more and more spore sacs, fungal ground membranes, and Context pipelines transporting special nutrient solutions.
Orks reproduce differently from other races.
They don't need mating or pollination.
As soon as they crawl out of their cocoons, they unconsciously spread a large number of spores into the air.
These spores, finding a suitable environment, quickly reproduce, forming a self-sustaining fungal ecosystem.
In a very short time, they can completely change the ecological environment of a planet.
Making the planet's surface covered with large Mushrooms.
After changing the ecological environment, the roots of the large Mushrooms will develop bulging cocoon-like structures.
Orks will grow inside these cocoons.
They will continue to grow in the cocoon until adulthood before crawling out.
Of course, this growth process does not last too long.
Sometimes, it only takes a few days for an Ork to grow enough to be thrown onto the battlefield as cannon fodder.
"Abnormal feedback, there's a spore pile in the area ahead.
Everyone, prepare for battle."
Warmaster looked at his tactical panel, signaling everyone to stop chatting and prepare for battle.
Tenjiro and the others stopped their idle chatter and advanced in tactical formation.
They passed through a silo door and entered a spacious, abandoned hall.
Inside the hall were dense clusters of green spore sacs, their numbers unknown.
The Players could see the Orks growing inside through the not-too-thick walls of the spore sacs.
"This is their cocooning ground."
Tenjiro stepped forward and tapped the spore sac wall a few times with his hand; the small Orks inside opened their eyes and bared their teeth at him.
"Burn them." Warmaster gave the order.
Several Players equipped with flamethrowers stepped forward, pulled the triggers, and scorching flames spewed from the muzzles, igniting the fungal spore sacs.
The Orks shrieked in the flames until they turned into ash and grease.
As the Players continued to advance, the former spore sacs had turned into white ashes, drifting in the air.
"I feel like we're a bit cruel."
Twisted person looked at the ash-covered spore piles, recalling the shrieks of the small Orks.
"Why don't you say that to the residents of the planets that have been WAAAGH'd by the Orks and see if they don't bash your dog head in?"
Tenjiro looked at his good friend, his tone filled with disdain.
"Orks are very happy when they deal with humans," Sea Turtle added, "So, don't feel any psychological burden about killing them."
"You're not an Ork, how do you know they're begging for mercy?! Maybe they're shouting, 'WAAAGH, so good, so happy.'"
Zhuge's words almost made everyone laugh.
Twisted person's forehead showed a few black lines, "Your line of thought is too hellish."
Tenjiro nodded in agreement.
"Even if Zhuge goes to hell, the demons there would have to call him boss."
"Enemies are coming." Warmaster issued a warning, and multiple hostile biological signals appeared on the tactical panel.
Clearly, the Players' act of burning the spore sacs had attracted the attention of the Orks.
"30, 40, 50... 100... 500..."
Warmaster frowned, looking at the rapidly increasing red dots.
"So many! Are they aware we're trying to ambush and sending these to stop us?" Tenjiro said, "Is this Ork Warmaster a bit too smart?"
"Personally, I feel something is off; this Ork Warmaster definitely has a problem!"
Twisted person raised his Warhammer, and bright electric arcs illuminated the dim corridor.
"Don't worry about it so much; as long as that Ork Warmaster has a health bar, today will be his death day."
"My great axe is already thirsty for blood." Wrist Bro said, "Skulls for the Skull Throne, blood for the God-Emperor."
"Khorne's authority will sooner or later be snatched by a fanatic like you and given to the Emperor." Tenjiro scoffed.
Footsteps echoed.
Thousands of Orks appeared at the end of the corridor, roaring and brandishing crude weapons.
Warmaster gripped his power sword with both hands, activating it, and bright electric arcs instantly wrapped around the blade.
He took heavy strides, charging first towards the Orks.
The others fired their weapons as they followed him in the charge.
Bolter rounds were powerful; a single bullet could eliminate one or more Orks, shattering their bodies.
The Orks roared and fired their weapons.
They all held massive guns, and when they pulled the trigger, the sound was as astonishing as thunder.
However, most of the bullets from their guns hit the walls and ceiling.
The few that did hit were deflected by the force field, dissipating their impact.
They only made a clanging sound on the Players' armor, not even scratching the paint.
Warmaster abruptly charged into the Ork horde, swinging his longsword, easily piercing the first Ork's chest plate and impaling its heart.
That Ork, despite its exaggerated weight, was sent flying by Warmaster's direct impact.
Other Orks roared, pouncing on him.
Warmaster ignored the fallen Ork and began to kill his second target.
He swung his sword, cutting an Ork in half, then dodged another Ork's cleaver and struck it down with his fist.
Warmaster's two-handed sword skill was already at the master level, even subtly touching the realm of perfection.
He was just one step away from leveling up his two-handed sword skill to MAX.
His movements were fluid and precise; every sword swing was meticulously calculated to ensure the demise of every enemy.
In a short while, over a dozen Orks lay dead at his feet.
After the melee erupted, Twisted person and the other Players abandoned reloading their weapons, opting for close-quarters combat.
Tenjiro, as always, unleashed psychic spells; violent lightning and flames poured out, tearing apart swathes of Orks.
Wrist Bro, as always, was immersed in the joy of mowing down enemies like grass.
Ever since he obtained that Bloodthirsty Axe,
His killing speed had increased dramatically, comparable to Tenjiro, who was a spellcaster.
"You, you must have been targeted by Old K." Twisted person complained, watching Wrist Bro cleave an Ork in half with an axe.
"It's fine; someday, I'll just chop off Khorne's head too."
Wrist Bro flipped his wrist, beheading another charging Ork.
Khorne, who had been observing Wrist Bro, heard these words and nodded silently, continuing to bless the Bloodthirsty Axe in Wrist Bro's hand.
Khorne was already eager to see Wrist Bro, axe in hand, slaughter his way into the Brass Citadel.
Defeating many demons under his command, defeating Angrath, Kharbanda, Angron, and finally reaching him.
And challenging him.
Then, easily defeated by his own immense power, realizing the gap, this human would kneel before the Brass Throne, accept his blessing, and become the most capable embodiment of slaughter in the Brass Citadel.
Khorne's loophole-exploiting method also caught the attention of the other three Chaos Gods.
They also learned from Khorne, blessing the weapons of their favored individuals.
Exerting influence through weapons,
Waiting for the day when they could bring these individuals into their fold.
Roar!
A roar echoed.
A larger Ork Boss appeared on the battlefield.
It held a massive cleaver in one hand, while the other was encased in a power claw.
Warmaster kicked an Ork aside and confronted the Ork Boss.
The Ork Boss was much larger than other Orks, with a bulky physique and thick muscles.
It wore spiky armor, with skulls impaled on its back as decoration.
Its eyes were like rubies, set in a face like withered tree bark.
Its jaw was also fitted with metal, and a set of bright metal teeth were particularly prominent.
The Ork Boss roared and charged at Warmaster.
It swung its cleaver, bringing it down on Warmaster.
The air instantly roared.
Warmaster swung his sword to parry.
Clang!
The collision of the two weapons produced a terrifying sound.
The Ork Boss swung its claw, intending to crush the human's head in front of it.
Warmaster took a step back, causing the attack to miss.
Then, seizing the opening, he thrust his sword into the Ork Boss's abdomen.
The Ork Boss let out a painful roar, trying to force back the human who had wounded it with its sharp claw.
But Warmaster's reaction speed was even faster.
After ducking under the Ork Boss's claw,
He seized another opportunity, swung his sword, and cut off the opponent's head.
With the Ork Boss slain, the morale of the Orks plummeted significantly, showing signs of collapse.
The Players, on the other hand, were greatly emboldened, and with a surge of momentum,
They cut through the remaining enemies like a hot knife through butter.
When the last Ork attempting to flee was shot in the head, all the Orks were slaughtered.
The entire corridor was filled with dismembered limbs and bodies left behind by the brutal battle, a scene like a slaughterhouse.
But Warmaster and the other Players were already accustomed to such killings.
They did not linger, stepping over the Ork corpses as they continued forward.
Along the way, after several more battles, they reached the flank of the Ork army.
At this point, the Space Wolves and Imperium forces had already launched their attack.
Most of the Orks' attention was drawn to the frontal battle.
The Player squad burst out from the flank, piercing through the weak Ork defenses like an arrow, heading straight for the rear where the Ork Warmaster was located.
The Ork Warmaster was the largest of them all.
He stood on the battlefield like an ancient gargant; his teeth alone were as thick as tree trunks, and he wielded a monstrous Warhammer capable of easily smashing tanks to pieces.
In addition, the Ork Warmaster's body surged with an exaggerated, almost solidified WAAAGH energy.
The Ork Warmaster swung his Warhammer, easily smashing attacking Players into a pulp.
The WAAAGH energy he released could easily send Players flying or burn them to ash.
This was an incredibly arduous battle.
The Ork Warmaster's power was endless; the WAAAGH fields of countless Orks were connected, becoming his source of strength.
His terrifying muscles and thick armor allowed him to withstand exaggerated damage.
A single Player simply could not defeat such a being.
The Players cooperated like they were fighting a world boss: Ecclesiarchy Players were responsible for buffs, Mechanic Players for healing and damage, and melee Players for attracting the Ork Warmaster's attention.
Even with excellent coordination, the Players suffered heavy casualties; every now and then, a Player would be smashed into a pulp or turned to ash by WAAAGH energy.
The Space Wolves watched in shock.
If they were to go up against him, the situation wouldn't be much better.
Even if they won, it would be a tragic victory.
"Kneel before me!"
Tenjiro, enveloped in psychic energy, with light erupting from his eyes like a deity, roared.
Old Thirteen and other psychics stood behind Tenjiro, activating their powers together, channeling all their psychic energy to him.
Old Thirteen's physique was stronger than Tenjiro's, but in terms of the precision of psychic energy application, he couldn't compare to Tenjiro.
Choosing Tenjiro to control the power of all the psychics was the best choice.
And Tenjiro did not disappoint; with the help of the others, he forcefully pierced through the Ork Warmaster's WAAAGH field and locked down its limbs.
But he also paid a price.
Excessive use of psychic energy caused his head to explode.
The other psychics, due to excessive use of psychic energy, became exhausted; even with Old Thirteen's physique, he couldn't endure it.
"Shi Lang's head-exploding divine art is getting more and more powerful." Twisted person, with only half his body left, watched his good brother fall, not forgetting to quip.
Bald Donkey, who had been fighting fiercely, seized the opportunity, roaring and running.
He charged forward, using the Winter Axe to cleave off the head of the psychic Ork Warmaster.
The massive body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The terrifying WAAAGH energy formed a storm, sweeping in all directions with immense force.
With the Ork Warmaster slain, the remaining Orks began to break.
The previously stalemated battlefield situation devolved into a one-sided slaughter.
"For Russ and the Allfather!"
Bald Donkey raised his Winter Axe high, charging towards the fleeing Orks.
Many Wolves cheered, following behind him.
"You made an extremely correct choice; in the future, he will be a powerful Son of Russ."
Bjorn stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Logan, both watching Bald Donkey among the crowd.
After killing the Ork Warmaster, the Ork fortress was also destroyed under the Imperium's fierce firepower, and many human compatriots enslaved by the Orks were rescued.
The remaining Orks suffered heavy casualties and fled to various parts of the derelict.
But with the Imperium's further cleansing, these Orks would soon be completely eliminated.
Alex only arrived on the battlefield after the war ended.
As he was using his abilities to heal the wounded, Logan and Njal Stormcaller approached, bringing with them a black box secured with chains.
"Saint, you should see this."
Under Alex's bewildered gaze, Logan ordered his men to open the box they carried.
Inside lay a black stone staff pulsating with evil power.
"How did this thing fall into the hands of the Orks?"
Alex leaned down and touched the black stone staff in the box.
He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within the staff.
Clearly, it was this black stone staff that had created the Ork Warmaster with such terrifying WAAAGH power.
"Because someone is helping them, intending to restore them to the scale they were during the War in Heaven."
A man in tattered clothes, who had just been rescued, suddenly appeared.
He delivered news to Alex that was enough to shake the Imperium of Man.