Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 203 Fire Wheel: The Arsonist

On planet Flame Wheel 5, gray warships are gathered in high orbit.

Torpedoes rained down on the remaining artillery arrays and missile platforms in the orbit, putting the orcs' defenses at a severe disadvantage, struggling to hold on amidst the howls of wolves.

Thousands upon thousands of weapons joined the bombardment, energy weapons, kinetic weapons, and bombardment artillery, blasting at the Greenskin defenses.

The Sixth Legion's fleet destroyed the vast majority of the orbital defense facilities within two days of naval time.

Huge debris fell like a meteor shower, and massive, irregularly shaped burning debris pierced through the clouds, illuminating the orc fortress.

The largest wreckage was the size of a cruiser, and it took fourteen seconds to pass the fortress.

Finally, it crashed to the ground, carving a dark canyon in its path, and the whole earth trembled.

The green-skinned creatures excitedly took off running towards the wreckage.

The light spears descended from the sky, vaporizing the orcs who greedily fled the fortress.

The multiple sonic booms of the hypersonic shells crashed down on the Green Fortress with a deafening roar.

On the fifth day of the orbital bombardment, after confirming that the orcs' anti-aircraft firepower had been largely destroyed, Enoch Rashivine hastily issued the landing order.

The iron-grey stormbird blotted out the sun, its massive, blade-like body bearing the emblem of two wolves.

At the very front of the formation, the Wolf Lord in the cockpit watched as the greens hurriedly turned their ugly, bizarre cannons around.

"missile!"

Several missiles were fired at the target, and other Stormbirds also launched missiles, destroying artillery in the vicinity of the landing zone.

After the artillery swept away the green-skinned creatures below, the landing gear opened, and the Stormbird crashed heavily to the ground.

The moment the Stormbird landed, the assault ramp slammed into the ground, and Rashiven, clad in gray armor, leaped out.

The wolf lord was draped in a wolf pelt he had obtained while hunting in Fenris, and two large, sharp teeth protruded from the bottom of his helmet.

Rashiven roared to the sky, drowning out the orcs' battle cries.

As he raised his hand to fire his explosive pistol, he eagerly lunged forward.

I must win the hunt!
The Wolf Lord's opponent, Sanchez, did not rush to attack; he stared at the holographic image.

The information flashing on the video screen flooded his mind.

Sanchez seemed lost in thought, his voice low.

"The large-scale captivity of Sguge is the snake-biting clan mentioned in the documents sent by my father."

Szczesny, standing to his left, nodded.

"My father mentioned in the Legion's documents that clans are a genetic phenomenon that stores orc genes, and are an effective development and combat model that they have formed in long-term battles."

"The orcs who occupy Planet Seven and raise Sgug on a large scale must be the Snakebite Clan."

When Jorginho saw the huge green totem and the patterns on the tribal battle flag in the scan results, he pointed out several scanned images with his finger.

"It can be confirmed that it is the Snakebite Clan."

The Reaper Lord's dark eyes were deep. "Then we can use the characteristics of the Serpentbite Clan as a basis to formulate tactics."

Szczesny recalled the information released by the father of genetics, and then said.

"The Serpent-Biting Orcs prefer tradition to technology; they ride Skullg behemoths and launch swift and savage frontal assaults on their enemies."

Jorginho noticed something else and spoke up.

"The snake-biting orcs despise technology. They are often influenced by the Greenskin Central Asian culture and become the dominant orc tribes."

"The Beastmaster Orcs like to hunt the largest and most stubborn prey."

“Worth hunting is not limited to monsters; large chariots and titans are also within the scope.”

The arsonist's eyes gleamed, and flames ignited.

"That's exactly what I can do; I'm going to set a fire."

After Sanchez formulated the battle plan, the Seventh Chapter launched an offensive against the seventh planet of the Flame Wheel.

On the planet's surface, Silva, the orc leader of the Serpentbite Clan, looked up as countless black flying machines descended from the sky.

Silva was a much taller and more robust orc than his kin.

He was covered in untanned raw fur, smeared with mud and cheap paint, and adorned with the claws and teeth of various wild beasts.

Silva looked at the sorcerer in front of him and bared his fangs.

"Marco, it's time to hunt. Find me the biggest prey for the shrimps."

"Boss, I'll definitely find you the biggest prey!"

Holding a bone staff pieced together from skulls and leg bones, the psionic boy shouted that he was the guide for the Orcs during their hunts.

Green energy surged from Marco's body as he leaped and stomped on the ground with his enormous feet.

The surging, powerful energy made the psionic boy roar with excitement. He raised his arms high, and the energy in his eyes crackled and popped. A dozen seconds later, the light subsided, and Marco looked at Silva.

"Boss, I found it."

Psykim turned to the left and swung his bone staff out with his right arm.

"So big, so many big iron cars."

Green mist surged in Silva's mind, and the mechanical claw on his right arm opened and then suddenly closed, the white claws like a giant python tearing and biting.

"Brother Gao and Brother Mao told me to go hunting and smash up the shrimp's big black truck."

"Waaagh!"

The Beastmasters raised their weapons and shouted.

"Waaagh!"

Silva strode over to his pet and climbed onto Squig.

The snake-biting boys also climbed onto their mounts and followed their leader to begin the hunt.

Hundreds of Sgug ran at high speed, causing the ground to rumble and shake.

Silva led the Snakebite Boys on a rapid journey, as the fiery sun gradually sank from its highest point.

He finally saw the large black truck just as the sun was about to be swallowed by the horizon.

He had never seen such a big car before; it was like a black mountain range.

The war boss also saw the black motorcycle sputtering exhaust flames as it rapidly drove away.

On the back of the motorcycle sat black-armored knights, much larger than shrimp, but not as big as myself.

"A shrimp is just a shrimp, a cowardly and weak creature."

"Smash it for me!"

Silva shouted and spurred Sguger toward the black carriage.

The snake-biting boys followed behind, excitedly rushing towards the black truck.

They jumped off the Scudgar and surrounded the black truck, scrambling to smash it with their weapons.

Sanchez, riding his jet-powered motorcycle, kept glancing back to see what was happening behind him. He saw that the orcs weren't chasing after him and, as he had expected, charged towards the trap.

The "Black Wagon" was built by his command of the chapter's servants and mechs; it was the size of thirty-six Macado heavy tanks.

It had no internal parts, only its shape, and its servants completed it in just one ship day.

After the promethium fuel was unloaded from the transport ship, the ship hoisted the "black truck" onto it, and the "arsonist's" stage was set up.

His Thunder Wolf is restless due to his mate's pregnancy, and Sanchez is riding a jet motorcycle today.

Sanchez twisted the handlebars, and the jet-powered motorcycle circled around, heading towards the "cannon barrel" of the "black car".

Upon entering the range where the "arsonist" unleashed his extraordinary abilities, he raised his hands.

Spiritual energy converged, quickly coalescing into a "blazing white spear".

The arsonist pushed forward forcefully, sending the "blazing white spear" flying toward the "cannon barrel," trailing a trail of fireballs behind it.

Sanchez floored the accelerator, the black motorcycle turned around, and sped away from the "black car".

Behind him, the "blazing white spear" drew an arc and plunged into the dark "cannon barrel," followed by a series of fireballs.

The "blazing white spear" pierced through the cannon barrel and crashed into the barrel full of promethium fuel.

The flame ignited the promethium fuel.

boom! boom! boom!
A series of explosions tore apart the "black chariot" and swallowed the Snakebite Boys.

Most of the green-skinned creatures were burned to ashes when they exploded.

Those snakebite boys, whose bodies had been forged into larger and stronger forms through countless battles, roared in agony as they charged out of the inferno.

The arsonist felt as if stars were exploding inside his body, and his body felt like it was on fire.

A wave of heat hit Sanchez, and even though he was wearing power armor, he felt a surge of heat and his body was soaked with sweat.

"Scatter, don't let a single one escape."

The Shadow Order members, riding black jet motorcycles, dispersed to form an encirclement and fired explosives at Skull and the Greenskins.

Boom boom boom!
The bomb struck the orc, triggering a secondary explosion of the promethium fuel, blasting the greenskin's body into countless pieces.

Roar!
A deafening roar echoed from the sea of ​​fire, and a tall, jet-black figure burst forth from the flames, towering even above the shadow of Order riding on a motorcycle.

The war boss raised his left arm high with his broadsword and slashed down fiercely.

He cleaved the shadow of order and the motorcycle in two with a single stroke.

(End of this chapter)