Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 232 The Final Battle of the Fiery Wheels: The Golden Orc Leader (Please subscribe tomorrow)

Alex issued the order concisely.

"Driver, fire!"

The two Gatling guns roared and spun, spitting out a series of giant shells.

A barrage of death attacks swept over the orcs.

In an instant, hundreds of orcs were torn to pieces.

The two echolocation devices on the Warlord-class Titan detected ground tremors and motor noises.

The radar scanner then marked the orcs' dakka on the tactical diagram.

"Destroy them!"

Alex gave the order, and the four Apocalypse missile launchers on his shoulder were activated simultaneously.

The missiles, trailing blinding flashes of light, were fired at the locked heat signals.

Boom boom boom!
One after another, the Orc Daka were blown away by the explosions, tumbling and crashing to the ground.

Other Titans stepped off the deck and joined the firepower.

A storm of death and a vortex of fire swept through the greenskin frenzy, reducing them to ashes in towering pillars of fire.

The Titans, at the Warrior level, marched forward in perfect unison, each step covering a standard twenty meters.

Thierry Vieira stepped out of the drop pod, feeling the scorching air rushing back and forth, and saw the Titans advancing relentlessly.

Wearing black helmets, black armor, and red robes, the Guardian Hunters marched orderly among the Titan ranks.

They raised their arc rifles and fired blue-white beams at the orcs.

Streaks of lightning ripped through the sky, followed by deafening explosions.

The orcs struck by the electric arc were all knocked back, collapsing to the ground powerless due to the electric shock to their hearts.

The Morningstar Titan Legion worked closely with the Faith Guardians, launching precise and efficient attacks against the Orcs.

Thierry exclaimed to the second company commander, Bukaou, and the third company commander, Gülgül, standing beside him: "Efficient, coordinated, and precise."

"The father of genetics is indeed insightful, choosing to ally with Glea."

Company Commander Robin stood to one side, watching the three chatting and laughing.

“Lord…” he pronounced the word heavily in Vostonian, then said, “We’re here to fight, we can’t just watch our allies fight and die.”

Robin expressed her dissatisfaction in a way that was just right, without offending the commander's authority.

Although he was dissatisfied that he had not become a lord like his former colleagues, he knew that even the most powerful of the former Reapers, Sessaac, had lost to Thierry, and he was no match for him.

[Be patient and wait for your chance to prove yourself.]

My father also said that we need to find the right opportunity.
Thierry glanced at Robin, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes, the lord wouldn't want the orc leader to be killed by the friendly Titans, would he?"

“That’s right,” the knight lord said with a smile, “Attack.”

The Eighth Legion's Order Shadow, with an orange-red longsword painted on its right shoulder, charged toward the green-skinned warriors with synchronized steps.

After the Knight Lord led the Eighth Warband to the outside of the Orcish fortress, they discovered that thirty-five Titans had launched an attack from four directions.

A Mars-Alpha type War Titan, its left arm's hammer-shaped explosive cannon spinning at high speed, aimed at a point in the Greenskin Fortress and launched a series of attacks.

The bombs slammed into the fortress walls one after another, creating a continuous, deafening roar.

The walls of the orc fortress shook violently, sending rubble flying everywhere.

Thierry keenly noticed that cracks, like a spider web, had appeared on the city wall.

"Come with me."

The knight lord, leading his guards, charged toward the crack in the city wall.

About 30 meters away from the city wall, the cracks in the wall, like a spider web, are getting bigger and bigger.

With a loud bang, the crack in the orc fortress wall collapsed.

Thierry led the way, with the orange-furred, brain-boosting cat close behind him.

Thierry wielded his power sword, unleashing a blue, charged blade.

The three orcs that charged forward had their throats slit, and the disintegrating force field shredded their heads.

Robin saw Thierry rush into the city and immediately gave orders.

"Come with me."

He led the First Company, following behind the guards, and stormed into the city.

Thierry stormed into the city, immediately met with a tidal wave of attacks from orcs whose armor and weapons were painted with vibrant patterns. The knight lord shouted, "Knight's Lance!"

The guards immediately formed a battle formation with the knight lord as their spearhead.

With an agility beyond the shadows of order, the "warriors" scuttled into the beast tide.

They used their weapons and the "Osberh-Waya" method to attack the orcs.

Thierry was the first person in the Eleventh Legion below the Primarch.

The Eighth Chapter is the most skilled chapter in the Legion at "Osberh-Vaya," and its warriors are among the best in the chapter.

The warriors' extraordinary strength overwhelmed the orcs, and their skills far surpassed those of the evil moon brats inlaid with gold.

Other clans of orcs had no interest in ornate decorations like gold, but the Evilmoon Boys preferred to trade their teeth for these glittering items.

After Robin rushed into the fortress, he saw Thierry leading his guards, unstoppable.

The image of Thierry defeating Cesar in the arena immediately flashed into his mind.

The first Titan to storm the city was the Lagos. Alex commanded the Titans to remove the defensive cannons one by one and then stormed into the fortress.

Alex quickly grasped the situation inside the fortress by capturing battlefield images through electromagnetic detectors.

He was astonished to find that the knight lord and his guards were slaughtering the greenskins at an astonishing speed; their advance was not much slower than that of the divine machines.

As Alex marveled, the spectral sensor displayed a clear image on the manifold interface.

An orc who was at least five times taller than the other orcs had a golden banner on his back that shone brightly in the starlight.

His magnificent super armor was thicker than any of the orcs', making him look as if he were encased in a shorter knight's mech.

"Waaagh!"

The orc leader roared and charged in front of Thierry, raising his sword and slashing down.

The great cleaver in his hand looked completely different from the tattered cleavers in the hands of other orcs; it was a magnificent greatsword that shone with golden light.

Thierry, using the sixth technique of "Osberch-Vajra", wielded his power sword, forcefully twisting his arm so that the blade rose to block the powerful slash.

Thierry's feet were pressed into the ground, his body tensed, and he was pushed backward.

Instead of retreating, Thierry advanced, launching a series of slashes with the "Osberch-Vajra" technique.

The "fighter" moved even faster than the orc leader, his charged blade leaving marks on the armor.

The magnificent armor quickly became tattered, which enraged the orc leader.

"Brother Gao, Brother Mao!"

Green mist rose in the orc leader's mind, and he roared.

"Waaagh!"

Thierry felt a tremendous force coming from the weapon in his hand, and he was almost thrown away.

Robin's eyes narrowed as he noticed the hole in the orc leader's damaged armor.

[If I can kill the Orc leader, I will gain more reputation than Thierry in the Fire Wheel campaign.]

This is a good start. I will win victory after victory and prove to my father that I am the rightful lord.
With that thought in mind, Robin swiftly charged toward the orc leader.

"Waaagh!"

The orc leader roared and swung his greatsword, preparing to strike the black-armored shrimp that had torn his armor.

Suddenly, another shrimp appeared, grinning maliciously as he swung his large cleaver.

Robin was caught off guard and was cleaved in two by a magnificent slash.

Thierry, having rolled over and gotten to his feet, had a resolute look in his eyes.

[I will definitely kill the orc leader!]
His eyes were deep, and his black pupils were so wide they seemed to engulf his eyeballs.

Thierry faced the orc leader and, using the 23rd technique of "Osberh-Vaya," employed the art of overcoming the strong with the weak, unleashed a sword strike.

The charged blade pierced through the orc leader's neck armor and went straight to his head.

Thierry said in a low voice.

“I have awakened ‘Warspace Insight’.”

He glanced at the body that had been cleaved in two and shook his head.

"Robin is dead."

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