Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 208 Fire Wheel: Wilshire's Pre-Battle Speech
After Pell occupied Starport, dozens of tugboats immediately headed towards it.

The magnetic grappling hooks adhered tightly to the stress points calculated by the technical sergeants, and the tugboat flew along the planned route, straightening the chain.

The massive starport was torn apart at the same time by pulling forces from four different directions.

The tugboat flew into the dark atmosphere of Planet Two, and released its magnetic grappling hook outside the range of the Orc anti-aircraft fire.

Four mountain-like pieces of debris hurtled rapidly toward the planet's surface.

The young technicians pulled down their headbands, snatched binoculars from the humans, and stared intently.

Through the blinding light produced by the intense friction, they could see the steel parts inside.

The Deadskull Clan technician boy jumped up and down, shouting to the scavenging boys, "Something fell from the sky! Something fell from the sky!"

"Gao Ge and Mao Ge gave them to me!"

“Come with me, don’t let those greedy guys take them. Only I deserve them.”

The scavenging boys roared with excitement as they followed the technician into the mountain of garbage falling from the sky.

The rapidly falling debris of the starport disintegrated due to intense friction.

Debris of varying sizes rained down on the unfortunate Deadskull Clan orcs.

Not a single Deadskull Orc escaped; in terms of plundering, no other clan of Orcs could match their frenzy.

The wreckage falling from the sky is the treasure they are desperately trying to seize.

Different bosses, and even the technicians under the same boss, launch ruthless attacks on their competitors.

The conflict escalated rapidly within days, with all five orc leaders leading their men into the fray.

More and more green-skinned tribes are joining the chaotic battle in a frenzy.

Ninglu did not rush to launch an attack; he continued to monitor the life count density in the chaotic battle area.

It wasn't until the twenty-fifth day after the start of the free-for-all that he ordered the attack to proceed as planned.

As the fleet launched orbital bombardment around the battlefield to strike the Orcish anti-aircraft facilities, Nimrod stood on the boarding deck, gazing at Wilshire as he delivered a pre-battle speech to the assembled Honor Guard members.

"Since I joined the Legion, I have heard a few people whisper our names."

"Now I'm asking you, what are your names?"

"The Shadow of Order!"

More than five hundred voices answered in unison, echoing across the boarding deck, but Wilshire was not satisfied.

"What are we?"

Wilshire shouted.

"The Shadow of Order!"

Everyone roared, their voices deafening.

"We are the shadow of order, but we are more than just the shadow of order."

"We are the Honor Guard!"

A cheer responded to his words, but it wasn't enough, far from enough.

"Never before have you faced such consequences for your actions, and you will never again fight in the name of the King's Honor Guard like this."

"No responsibility is more important than this, and no honor is more real than this."

"We are the King's honor guard. On this day, we etch our legend onto the body of every greenskin we slay."

"Are you willing to stand with me?"

Now cheers erupted, the cheers of the honor guard booming in the air around him.

"Are you willing to stand with me?"

Another roar.

"Sons of the King! We are the sons of Lord Nimrod!"

"The orcs dare to invade our cities and desecrate our world!"

"When the final dawn arrives, we will crush their corpses!"

Wilshire pressed the rune and raised his power hammer.

Blue light shone on his angular face, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind.

"We are the shadow of order! We are the honor guard!"

"Speak it out! Speak it out! Shout it out loud, so that the green-skinned people below will hear our anger!"

"We are the shadow of order! We are the honor guard!"

The Honor Guard members sensed the rising fighting spirit within Wilshire, his fervor for the Legion and the Primarch.

"We are the shadow of order! We are the honor guard!"

The Shadows of Order sensed the rising fighting spirit emanating from their companions and felt the fervor of others.

Their emotions surged, igniting a frenzy. Wilshire sensed the emotions of the Honor Guard members; satisfied, he roared.

"For the shadow of order! For the honor guard! For the king!"

"For the shadow of order! For the honor guard! For the king!"

"For the King! Speak louder!"

"For the king!"

"They can't hear you, brothers!"

"For the king!"

Wilshire deactivated the runes and shouted.

"Purify the filthy greenskin! We are the shadow of order, we are the honor guard, for the king!"

"For the king! For the king! For the king!"

Wilshire waved his arm forcefully, and the Honor Guard members frantically scrambled into the drop pod.

Having watched Wilshire's entire speech, the Primarch keenly sensed all the Honor Guard members.

Even the Honor Guard members gathered behind him, who were not the audience of Wilshire's speech, were affected.

Their fighting spirit was high, and dozens of them even roared out in response.

Ning Lu couldn't help but think to himself.

Wilshire was a natural-born priest.

He also perfectly aligns with the "Sun" pathway. He possesses the traits of Sequence 9 "Singer", Sequence 7 "Sun Priest", and even Sequence 5 "Priest of Light".

Unfortunately, I'm still missing one key ingredient for the "Singer" potion: the Golden Sunflower. I wonder when I'll be able to find it.
While Ning Lu was pondering, he raised his hand and waved, and the members of the Honor Guard entered the airdrop pod one after another.

The black airdrop pod plummeted rapidly, crashing into the group of green-skinned people.

Wilshire was the first Order Shadow to set foot on Planet Two, and he roared.

"For the king!"

The Honor Guard members all heard his roar, and they poured out of the drop pods, chanting "For the King!"

The Honor Guard unleashed a dense barrage of bullets at the orcs at an attack speed far exceeding their usual rate.

They marched forward in orderly steps, fired, and changed magazines...

The green leaves fell in swathes, like wheat fields traversed by combine harvesters.

As the honor guard advanced with unstoppable momentum, a deafening roar resounded.

A tall, green-skinned creature, its left eye flashing a blinding red light, its body covered in blue tattoos, and its back and right arm wrapped with machinery, roared as it charged forward.

The orc leader roared, "Waaagh!"

The orcs roared "Waaagh" and charged toward the Honor Guard.

The explosions roared, and swarms of green-skinned soldiers fell.

The orc leader's body exploded, splattering blood and flesh everywhere, but he did not fall.

He swung his red slashing sword at Wilshire.

Wilshire donned the "war mask," drawing strength from his anger, and swung his power hammer to meet the attack.

There was a loud bang.

The orc leader violently rammed Wilshire, sending him flying; his explosive pistol fell to the ground.

The orc leader charged into the honor guard ranks, swinging his slashing blade and smashing it down.

He hacked and slashed, smashing the black helmet and crushing the head of the Shadow of Order.

He swung his slashing sword again, sweeping away several honor guard members who rushed at him.

Wilshire, having rolled over to his feet, knew he had to kill the orc leader immediately to uphold the honor guard's beliefs.

Wilshire charged forward, his dark eyes fixed on the orc, who was even taller and stronger than the Father of Genetics.

[The father of genetics taught us that every enemy has a weakness!]
Two steps away from the orc leader, Wilshire's eyes suddenly lost all whites, and black pupils filled the entire eyeballs.

Wilshire saw a palm-sized wound on Greenskin's right rib, hidden by the strange machinery.

He sidestepped the orc leader's attack, then swung his power hammer with all his might.

The charged warhammer struck the orc leader in the right ribs.

The disintegrating force field crackled and popped, and the wound burst open.

The orc leader's body slammed heavily to the ground, and Wilshire swung his power hammer, smashing it into his head several times.

After killing the orc leader, Wilshire muttered to himself.

"Just now, I... used the 'Warspace Insight' that my father taught us?"

(End of this chapter)