Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 361 Chen Yu's trump card (Fifth update)
After completely purifying the commander of the Deathguard warship, Sigismund did not delay for a moment.

He contacted the nearest Imperial Navy patrol fleet in the star system via an encrypted channel and issued an absolute order in the name of Primarch Dorne: to drag all these corrupted warships to the star system's orbit and throw them into the star's core for complete incineration, and not allow any blasphemous objects to remain in the world.

After completing all this, the Black Templar Fleet took advantage of the brief lull to urgently repair the most severe damage.

The warship's hull is covered with traces of corrosion and gunfire, and some compartments remain isolated, but the core systems and propulsion systems have been restored to basic functionality.

The massive "Eternal Expedition" adjusted its course once more, and with the roar of its engines, the fleet re-entered the warp, continuing its journey toward the world of the dead.

Meanwhile, the battle in the world of death is escalating.

Although Chen Yu's initial defensive line was solid, the Greenskins' offensive had changed significantly.

These beasts no longer rely solely on brute force and crude weapons to charge; their equipment has been visibly "improved."

Crude but powerful artillery pieces were set up and bombarded the Christian defenders' positions; the previously disorganized armored vehicles became more threatening, and even bulky, tank-like creations appeared.

Even more alarming is the emergence of exceptionally large orc leaders on the battlefield, clad in heavy, patchwork armor. Wielding enormous power claws or roaring chainsaw axes, they command their herds with a ferocity and combat intelligence far surpassing that of ordinary orc lads.

Chen Yu calmly analyzed the situation on the battlefield.

Orcs do indeed possess the peculiar ecology of "getting stronger the more they fight," constantly evolving through war, but this usually requires a relatively long process and a sufficiently large population base.

According to the Empire's historical records, after the Emperor and Horus carried out a large-scale purge of the Orc Empire, most of the remaining Orc tribes degenerated and it was difficult for them to spontaneously evolve into a fighting force of such scale and level in a short period of time.

"This rate of evolution is abnormal." Chen Yu's synthesized voice rang out in the command center, carrying a definite judgment. "External factors are catalyzing them, accelerating their war evolution process."

The mastermind behind this not only dumped them here, but also provided them with "blood transfusions."

He mobilized the escort ships in orbit to intensify the bombardment of suspected command nodes and weapon stockpiles behind the Orcs' rear, while ordering the front-line troops to adopt more flexible defensive tactics, focusing on sniping Orc tech lads and leaders who appeared to be "inventing" or "commanding," in an attempt to disrupt this abnormal upgrade chain.

The base's defenses remain robust, but the pressure continues to mount.

Faced with the sudden escalation of the battle situation, Chen Yu's core calculations were not dominated by simple defensive logic.

A strange premonition, based on massive battlefield data and past experience, was forming—he could not be led by the nose by this unknown enemy.

If we simply follow the established procedures to defend against wave after wave of increasingly powerful orc attacks, the ultimate outcome will likely be exhaustion in a war of attrition, at which point it will probably be more than just greenskins that appear.

This cycle must be broken by disrupting their plans in ways that exceed their expectations.

He halted the order to send reinforcements to the defensive line, his massive, dark red mechanical body turned, and a mechanical hand reached into a concealed interface in the chest armor, retrieving a smooth, unmarked black cube.

This is a dimensional storage device containing ancient technological artifacts that he has collected but have not yet fully analyzed or have been carefully sealed away due to their risks.

After a series of quick and precise operations, the surface of the cube glowed with a faint light, and a storage compartment slid open silently.

Chen Yu took out an object from it—it was only the size of a fist, completely black, with a smooth surface that seemed to absorb all light. No energy fluctuations could be felt, and no interfaces or patterns could be seen. Its material and principles were completely unfamiliar to the current mechanical education technology tree.

Without hesitation, Chen Yu performed an operation on the black sphere that was incomprehensible to outsiders, seemingly activating some kind of built-in trigger mechanism. He then summoned a fiercely loyal soldier from the Holy See.

"Deploy it in the center of the area where the green-skinned people are most concentrated." Chen Yu handed the black sphere to the soldier, his instructions clear and cold. "Make sure it's delivered accurately, then withdraw immediately."

The order was carried out without fail.

A shuttle quickly took off, avoiding sparse anti-aircraft fire, and sped toward the core area behind the orcish horde.

Below, a massive, menacing orc army surged and roared like a green ocean.

Upon reaching the target point, the hatch opened, and the unassuming black sphere was dropped vertically, landing in the center of the bustling green landscape.

There was no deafening explosion, no towering flames, and no ripples of energy impact.

The moment the sphere touched the ground, there was only a fleeting, extremely brief flash of "black light" that seemed to devour even light.

Then, a breathtaking scene unfolded.

Centered on the landing point, a perfectly spherical area with a radius of five kilometers, along with the densely packed green-skinned orcs, their crude weapons, vehicles, and even all the rocks and soil on the surface, vanished instantly.

There were no fragments, no dust; it was as if it had been wiped away by an invisible giant hand, or as if it had been completely removed from the coordinates of this universe by some force.

All that remained was a huge, perfectly smooth, hemispherical crater.

The surviving greens were clearly stunned by this attack, which was beyond their comprehension.

The perfectly spherical crater brought not only physical destruction, but also a shock to our understanding.

The once surging green tide instantly lost its unified command and its fervent momentum, becoming chaotic and hesitant.

It's possible that the black sphere simply wiped out the war leader of this orcish force along with his personal guard from the world, or it's possible that the instantaneous loss of a large number of their own kind and equipment exceeded the threshold that the tribe could withstand. The orcish war system, which relied on the will of "Go Mao Erge" and collective waaagh!!! energy, experienced a precipitous collapse.

The remaining orc lads, though still instinctively roaring and firing sporadically, were no longer able to mount an effective attack.

They began to push each other, and even fought amongst themselves for leadership.

The battlefield situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Chen Yu did not let this opportunity slip by.

He calmly ordered the Guardians and the Lightbringer Squad to launch a proactive attack and wipe out the remaining Greenskins.

The heavy footsteps of the knight mechs and the roar of the Guardians' weapons once again became the main theme of the battlefield, but this time, it was a one-sided crushing and sweeping.

However, Chen Yu's troubles were not limited to these.

(End of this chapter)