Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 265: 72, Orc: I want to recognize him as the boss
The Iron-Armored Boss pressed the telescope against his face. This tool made for humans looked like a miniature toy in the orc's big hands.

He held the telescope with just two sturdy fingers, his scarred face scrunched up, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he struggled to squeeze his gaze through the small hole in the telescope.

At the same time, he placed his little finger on the control key on the side of the instrument and tried his best to carefully turn the knob of the telescope, but with just a little force, he adjusted the focus too far.
An angry growl erupted from the rude orc's throat.

Then he threw the telescope to the ground in frustration and stomped on it several times with his steel boots.

Just as his anger was still lingering, a low grunt sounded beside him.

The armored boss slapped backhand, and his big hand that was over a hundred yards away slapped the opponent's face which was less than thirty yards away.

Then, the orc boss heard the painful screams that made him happy.

The armored boss adjusted his mood, bent down to pick up the telescope again, and adjusted it carefully.

This time, he found the function he wanted.

In the telescope's image, the smoke on the battlefield faded rapidly, allowing him to see clearly what was happening in the distance.

This is the battlefield between shrimps and subspace monsters.

He saw that the monsters had built all kinds of solid fortifications, and as his sight shifted, a tiny Warhound Titan appeared in his field of vision.

The roar of the War Dog Titan resounded throughout the battlefield, and the Ironclad Boss couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

This big guy is so awesome.

If only he could have such a big guy, the armored boss would be unstoppable!
After determining his target, Ironclad purred with satisfaction.

He casually handed his telescope to a fairly clever fart spirit.

Almost every orc's daily routine and leisure activities are to play fart.

It can be said that this thin and small creature has become an indispensable part of the Orc clan.

The clever fart spirit took the telescope from the armored boss and put it into the iron box he carried with him.

This action made Tiejia look at him with admiration, it was rare to find a fart spirit who was not so stupid.

Tiejia organized his own convoy. He ordered it to stop and stared at every guy who got off the car with his one relatively intact eye.

His other eye and part of his skull were gone, replaced by a dense network of electronic devices and a mechanical prosthetic eye fixed inside his eye socket.

Aboard the Black Legion's warship, half of his brain was removed and replaced with wires, metal plates covered in motor oil, and other substances.

All this is the masterpiece of the dark mechanical priest.

The armor is just an experiment of that madman.

They coaxed and deceived Tiejia into cooperating with their experimental surgery.

Although Tiejia suffered a lot of pain during the surgical transformation, he did not really enjoy any benefits except losing half of his brain.

This made him very angry for a while.

Tiejia gave orders to the noisy orc boys. Their goal this time was clear, which was to seize a Titan.

The plan was also very simple. The first step was to defeat the guards near the Titan, then tie the Titan's legs with chains, and start the chariot to drag the big guy back.

Tiejia felt that his plan was perfect.

But some green guys don't seem to think so.

So Tiejia took out his big iron rod and the super-large-caliber shotgun that had undergone a perverted modification.

The muzzle of this shotgun is big enough to fit two fart spirits.

When the trolls show up, those voices with different opinions fade away in a very short time.

All the orc boys fully understand the power of this spray gun.

"The big guys who grabbed the shrimp just run away, boys!"

Iron Armor roared several times in succession until all the green-skinned guys showed expressions of sudden realization.

Hearing that another fight was about to begin, the orc boys cheered and started the engines of their chariots.

But as the boss Tiejia, he couldn't help but frown when he looked at Xiami's army.

Ironclad is an orc who has been roaming among the dark stars for many years.

He was not in the same group as the Bone Crusher Legion in the galaxy. Not to mention communicating with them, he had never even heard of the name of the Great Preacher.

Years of life and death trials among the dark stars have forged an extraordinary intuition for Tiejia.

Tiejia looked at the imperial army that was getting closer and closer to him. In a trance, he saw a tall giant standing in the golden light of the eagle's spread wings.

In an instant, he had an urge to follow the other party. The excitement in a trance was like seeing an orc god with his own eyes.

But Tiejia scoffed at this sudden idea. He didn't want to be a boy for others. He wanted to be the boss on the battlefield.

Tiejia and his boys rumbled in the chariot.

The huge engine sound was like the roar of a wild beast, and the earth was shaken slightly.

Tiejia screamed with excitement as he watched his engine spewing flames.

The rumbling huge engine was the good stuff he unloaded from the Khorne engine.

He saw with his own eyes that this thing drove a huge demonic machine and was rampant on the battlefield.

Tiejia thought that if this thing was installed on a chariot, the power would be amazing.

In fact, it was true. The armored men on the chariots excitedly raised their weapons. The green and red colors mixed together to form a wave of billowing smoke.

Feel the howling wind in your ears and taste the air mixed with blood and war.

This is life, this is what it means to be an orc.

The enemy is in front of you, the tank is under your feet, and the bullets are in the shotgun. Is there any more fulfilling life than this?

Armor is unimaginable.

His chariot took the lead, and with the help of its lightning speed, the armored car smashed to death a subspace monster that was standing there stupidly on the battlefield with one blow.

The enemy's body was covered with bone spurs, flames flowed in his eyes, and twisted flesh and broken armor were squeezed together.

When the fallen warriors saw the roaring green chariots, there was a hint of confusion in their crazy eyes. They couldn't understand why a group of Orcs suddenly appeared.

However, Tiejia smashed the opponent to pieces first, and his head exploded like a watermelon. In the splattering juice, his eyeballs, still filled with doubt, flew dozens of meters away.

Further away, Tiejia saw a group of metal shrimps wearing red robes. Having experienced so many battles, he knew that these strange-shaped metals were the mechanical boys among the shrimps.

Ironclad hated all mechanical boys alike, looking at these guys in red robes and muttering "Omnimessiah" while ordering the Crusaders to shoot at them.

"Boys, shoot and blow them up!"

Tiejia roared angrily. He admitted that Xiami had become very powerful in recent years, but he was still no match for Ouke.

Amid the roar of the armored vehicles, the green-skinned guys in the convoy raised their machine guns, although many of them were about to fall and emitting black smoke, as if they would explode in the next second.

But this does not affect the use of the orc boys at all. They are only responsible for pulling the trigger. As for whether they can hit the target, it all depends on the mood of God Mao.

In the legend of the green-skinned orcs' bloodline.

Both Goge and Maoge are gods with unlimited energy. They are so powerful that they have never been truly defeated.

They use savage roars to block the enemy's attack, and then they will swing their clubs and hit the enemy's head.

Brother Mao will take the opportunity to swing his weapon and deliver a critical strike to the enemy's lower body. The belief of the green-skinned orcs in getting angry is innate and engraved deep in their blood.

Without any teaching from anyone, orcs will subconsciously worship these two gods after they are born.

But the orcs could never tell who was Gogo and who was Maogo.

Therefore, orcs often trust the wrong person. Some orcs see that Nurgle is green and big, and mistakenly think it is one of the demons.

Some orcs also mistakenly thought that Khorne was waaagh, so they mixed in with the believers of Khorne.

Some orcs even think that the human lord on the throne is the incarnation of evil.

Under the machine gun's fire, the barrel quickly overloaded and emitted a burning glow.

But this did not pose a problem for the clever orcs. In order to speed up the cooling of the barrel, Iron Armor grabbed a fart spirit and placed it on the barrel.

A sizzling sound accompanied by a burnt smell emerged, and the fart spirit screamed in pain.

A magical thing happened. Amid the fart spirit's screams, the gun barrel actually miraculously cooled down.

The other orc boys followed suit and pressed the fart spirits beside them against the red gun barrels.

For a while, there were loud cries of pain one after another.

The frenzied offensive of the Orks forced the Mechanicus's Crusaders to temporarily take shelter.

Tiejia smiled. Amid the thunderous cheers from the orc boys, he felt himself becoming stronger and more waaagh.

Suddenly, he saw a gun barrel aimed at him and the sniper pulled the trigger.

But God was kind to him. The sudden shake of the tank caused the bullet, which should have hit his skull first, to pass through his cheek instead.

However, the bullet from another direction still hit his body accurately.

Blood spurted out immediately. The massive blood loss made him dizzy and he almost fell off the chariot.

But Tiejia recovered quickly. He had encountered far worse situations in the Dark Stars, so this injury was nothing.

The greenskin convoy broke into the battlefield between the Empire and Chaos like a torrent, and both sides were caught off guard by this sudden force.

Armor overturned several demon machines with his own strength.

As for those small fry who were shouting "Warmaster" and "Emperor", they still hurriedly avoided the flood of orc convoys.

The armored convoy rushed all the way towards the War Dog Titan that he had set his eyes on.

The chariot's engine made a loud noise and the flames it emitted became brighter and brighter.

The huge engine made a rumbling sound, causing the chariot to shake as if it was about to fall apart.

The orc boy who was driving the car stepped on the accelerator so hard that it got stuck.

The chariot's speed was getting faster and faster, like a galloping thunder.

Just as Tiejia was about to approach his target, he saw an even cooler scene.

In the core of the battlefield stood a tall giant wearing black, gold and red armor.

A dark red cloak that seemed to be soaked in blood fell behind him.

He was not wearing a helmet, had black hair and black pupils, and his eyes were bright, filled with endless fighting spirit.

Beside the giant, countless shrimp cans roared, their eyes were fervent and devout, as if they would immediately do anything without hesitation if the other party said a word.

Tiejia thought this scene was really waaagh.

In comparison, the upcoming Warhound Titan seems dull.

Since the birth of the universe, no pioneer, no general has been able to receive such ardent trust and love.

“Clang clang—”

When Tiejia was in a state of dismay, the weapon in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

When he looked at the giant, there were almost little stars in his eyes.

At this moment, he was sure that he saw the incarnation of the Orc God.

He couldn't help but fantasize about following behind the mighty giant and experiencing countless larger and more powerful wars.

Tiejia turned the direction of the chariot and rushed towards the direction of the giant regardless of everything.

But soon, he found that a group of blind subspace monsters were blocking his way.

Ironclad had no scruples. He led a torrent of orc chariots into the position of the warp monsters and almost instantly broke through their line from the inside.

No one could stop him from joining the giant. He wanted to recognize the giant as his boss and then have a good time with him.

Behind Dukel were countless heroes of the empire, shouting the name of the Warmaster with great bravery.

The leader of the warriors is like an unshakable lighthouse, directing the direction of their charge.

In the sky, Storm fighters and Thunderbird gunships were circling and roaring in the sky, trying to wipe out any enemy that attempted to threaten the Warmaster.

No one ordered them to guard Dukel.

Dukel doesn't need anyone's protection.

This was a spontaneous act because this man was the supreme commander in their hearts.

This man is using his firm and powerful hands to single-handedly prop up the crumbling human empire in the dark ages.

Conqueror of the stars, guide of mankind, invincible king.

His heroic name echoes among the dark stars, humans cheer for it, and evil trembles for it.

He will tear to pieces all the enemies of mankind. He is the Son of the Lord of mankind, the war commander respected by all nations.

Asmodai looked up at the back of this great being, and tears welled up in his eyes without him noticing, tears of joy flowing freely down his face.

His heart was beating wildly, excited to be able to follow the Warmaster into battle.

Asmodai looked around and realized that he was not the only one who lost his composure. Almost all the warriors were like him, cheering for Dukel and shedding tears.

They thought they would be sacrificed in this dark world because their humble and insignificant lives were not worth the risk for the Warmaster.

In desperation, they pushed back the waves of demons time and time again.

It wasn't until Dukel stepped into danger to save them that the light came and the darkness receded.

Typhons, Lucius and other famous human traitors all died violent deaths.

The forces of Chaos suffered an unprecedented heavy blow, and even if historians searched through the books left over from ancient times, they would find few battles that could compare with this victory.

The brave warriors crushed the last enemy and are about to reap the final fruits of victory.

At this time, a noisy sound appeared on the battlefield.

A convoy of green-skinned orcs came from the edge of the battlefield, wrapped in billowing smoke.

The huge roar of the chariot engine resounded through the sky, and the speed of the green-skinned orcs was incredibly fast.

But Asmodai couldn't understand why this group of orcs suddenly rushed into the remaining Chaos forces.

Perhaps the cultists and human traitors also had no idea why these green-skinned orcs would suddenly and frantically attack their front lines.

(End of this chapter)