Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 233 The Final Battle of the Fire Wheel: The Extravagant Evil Moon Orc Warlord (Please Subscribe)

Two months after the battle of Firewheel Main Star began, the Second Warband, after clearing out the fortress marked B, immediately launched an attack on the orc fortress marked C without resting.

Knights of the Vickerstux family, fighting alongside the Second Warband.

After the Vixtrix Knights breached the Orc fortress, James donned the robust Mark I Thunder-type power armor.

This type of armor is becoming increasingly rare in the legion; the black color of the armor comes more from polishing than from spraying.

The regimental and combat incantations covered above are mostly no longer officially recognized by the "Shadow of Order".

The wolf-shaped emblem, etched in platinum on the cheek guards of his towering helmet, commemorates his time as a reaper serving Lord Horus.

Despite James's promotion to lord, he remained a knight in the Black Knights' court.

He longed to gain more trust from the Father of Genetics, and he saw the Wheel of Flames as the best opportunity.

The Second Chapter was recruited from the very beginning and suffered the greatest losses in the Void Wars and the battles to capture the Battle Moon.

But James felt that wasn't enough; he craved greater trust.

Killing the orc warlord and presenting the sacrifice to his father was the best way he could think of to prove himself.

On the other fronts, they had not encountered any orc warlords, and James had a vague premonition that he was in this fortress.

The moment the Vickerstrix knights breached the city walls, he couldn't wait to give the order.

"charge!"

Wilshire's highly infectious voice rang out: "Our honor lies in slaying evil."

"I am Wilshire of the Shadow of Order!"

"In this battle, we will etch our legend onto the bodies of every alien we slay. Are you willing to stand with me?"

Based on his outstanding performance, he was promoted to adjutant four months ago.

He was promoted to company commander a month ago because the fourth company commander died in the war against the orcs.

Apart from the Vostonia and Sea Cradle crew who followed him before the Primarch's return, Wilshire is the fastest and youngest person in the entire history of the Eleventh Legion to become a captain, adjutant, and company commander within the Normal Order Shadow Cultivation Mechanism.

All the members of the Royal Court in the Second Battle Group knew that the Father of Genes valued him more highly than most company commanders, and even some lords.

The only one who could barely keep up with him was Per Koscielny of the 11th Regiment, but he had only been promoted to company adjutant five days earlier.

The "Singer" would also selflessly share the teachings he received from the Father of Genesis when he was a member of the Honor Guard with every member of the chapter during their rest periods, not just the warriors under his command.

The Thermal Manifesto, "War Mask," "Warspace Insight"...

This made him far more prestigious in the Second Regiment than Company Commander Emeric, making him the de facto second-in-command of the regiment.

The belief of the "Singers" not only inspired the Fourth Company, but also inspired soldiers in many other companies, who subconsciously shouted out their praises.

The “Singer” held his head high, his singing voice, transmitted through the loudspeaker, brought the power of the shadow of order to his company of 921 men.

The soldiers of the Fourth Company, as if bathed in sunlight, followed their company commander as they charged up the city wall.

Wilshire's singing grew louder and louder as he swung the power hammer in his hand.

He slammed the hammer down on the Greenskin's head, feeling the energy buildup and release with each kill. With each impact, for a fleeting moment, the energy field emitted a deep roar, and energy pulses collided with other matter.

The Greenskin's power could not stop the "Singer" from gaining power from the song. In an instant, he suddenly unleashed his power, destroying the blasphemous alien.

Wilshire led his company toward the green cannons billowing black smoke on the city wall.

With each swing of his hammer, he would kill an orc boy or several farts.

Wilshire was unstoppable. He charged to an orc cannon and smashed the mechanic boy's head into a pile of mud.

He swung the hammer again, smashing it onto the cannon, the disintegration force field shattering the orc cannon into a pile of broken parts.

After the Fourth Company destroyed seven orc cannons in succession, a gap appeared in the firepower of the entire city wall. The Third and Fifth Companies seized the opportunity and stormed into the city wall.

Wilshire turned his gaze toward the city, toward the lord's battlefield.

He immediately saw the battle group's fifty-two Dreadnoughts standing alongside three times that number of equally massive steel monsters.

The piercing noise emitted by the steel monster was exceptionally jarring even amidst the roar of cannons.

Their long-barreled guns spewed dense barrages at the warband's dreadnoughts, sending sparks flying from the black armor.

They wielded their crab-claw-like powered claws, attempting to seize the larger, more agile, and more heavily armored Dreadnoughts, then sawed through their black armor with their hissing chainsaws.

Wilshire keenly noticed that they all wore the insignia of the Deadskull Clan on their backs, rather than the insignia of the surrounding Greenskins of the Moon Clan.

Wilshire immediately recalled what the father of genetics had said before the war.

The Deathclaw Clan's Great Tech Lord on Planet Two possesses mechs that are much smaller than they should be.

The only ones with the power and wealth to buy those mechs could be the orc warlords of the Flame Wheel.
He then identified the creature as the Orc's Death Fearlessness from the materials distributed by the Father of Genetics.

The Deathbringer is strikingly similar to our Dreadnought, and the pilot must be permanently connected to the mech via prosthetics.

Each selected green skin will undergo surgery to insert tubes, neural probes, skull punctures, and other strange machines into their spine and brain. This "high-tech" product requires the collaboration of tech lads and mad doctors to complete.

Unlike the Killer Tanks, their pilots are Orcs. They are generally less powerful than our Dreadnoughts, but much stronger than the Killer Tanks.

Moreover, each Deathbringer costs the exorbitant price of one hundred mozzarella teeth, enough for an ordinary green-skinned soldier to drink one hundred large glasses of fungal beer.
Wilshire could directly perceive the extravagance of the orc warlords; the Death Fearless alone was worth 15,000 teeth.

The lavishly crafted Deathbringers were worth it, as they used their numerical advantage to besiege the Second Battle Group's Dreadnought mechs.

Less than an hour into the skirmish, eight Dreadnoughts had already been lost, though the Orcs had paid more than four times the price.

Wilshire leaped off the city wall, thinking to himself.

[The orc warlords must be killed as soon as possible, so that the wrathful ones bound in their mechs will be freed and fight independently.]
James and Wilshire shared the same idea; he had already locked onto the old man's banner flying high in the fearless death.

James learned from the data distributed by the Father of Genetics that every powerful, large, and noisy orc leader would have his own leader's banner.

The size of the banner and the trophies used as decorations on it most directly reflect the strength and status of its owner.

The old banner that James saw was covered with dozens of ornaments such as fangs and skulls.

James led his guards, charging into the fiercely battling mechs and heading towards the direction of the leader's banner.

(End of this chapter)