Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Placing light infantry on the front lines to withstand an orc charge is tactically tantamount to murder.

Why did the Lord of the Seal make such a tactical arrangement?

Calgar, familiar with Lawson's tactics, saw through the ruse: these 30,000 Tau Empire auxiliary troops were never intended for defense.

They're cannon fodder!!!

Sure enough, as if confirming his guess, thousands of heavy fusion bombs buried deep in the first line of defense were simultaneously triggered by the swarm network.

A burst of pure white light instantly engulfed the entire defensive line, which stretched for more than ten kilometers.

Thirty thousand Tau auxiliary soldiers being slaughtered, along with more than two hundred thousand elite Orcs who charged into the position, were simultaneously reduced to elementary particles in the intense light.

What follows is a shockwave powerful enough to alter the landscape.

The airflow lifted tens of thousands of orcs, dozens of killing iron canisters, and heavy war chariots charging behind them into the air hundreds of meters high, like toys.

They were not given a chance to land. The six hundred XV88 "Broadblade" heavy combat suits deployed on the high ground of the second line of defense simultaneously raised their twin-mounted heavy railguns under the fire control guidance of the suicide soldiers.

The roar of electromagnetic acceleration resounded through the sky.

Six hundred hypersonic railguns wove a barrage of bullets in mid-air.

The bullet pierced the orc's chest, leaving a huge cavity in his flesh and bones.

The kinetic energy caused a dozen orcs that were overlapping in the air to be strung together by the same cannonball, and then exploded under the pressure difference.

Green blood rained down from the sky, and the blood mist dyed the ruins outside Hades's capital a dark green.

This is the operational method of swarm intelligence.

In order to lure the most fanatical Orc vanguard into the kill zone, the Swarm Mind sacrificed 30,000 Tau soldiers, using their flesh and blood as bait to send the Orc vanguard into the fire net.

In this rational exchange, individual sacrifice is merely a series of numbers.

The Titanium Allied Forces' formation remained unshaken despite the vaporization of the front ranks.

Under the command of the battle order, the remaining more than ten million troops stepped over the ashes of their comrades and enemies, crossing the glass-like crater created by the fusion bomb.

The crunching sound of combat boots crushing charcoal filled the air.

This meat grinder, a fusion of alien flesh and the mechanical will of the Empire, is retaking Hades's hive.

Meanwhile, the Mannheim Pass had become a burning river of steel.

The high-speed army from Vazdaka has arrived.

Millions of war motorcycles, assault vehicles, and heavy trucks filled the treacherous canyons like a green mudslide.

The engine was running at overload, spewing out exhaust flames, and the wide tracks and spiked tires kicked up walls of sand hundreds of meters high on the cracked Gobi Desert.

The greensmen went into a frenzy.

To make the vehicle faster, the orc mechanics directly chained their dead brethren to the front of the vehicle to act as reactive armor, and even grabbed screaming farts and stuffed them into the air intake and jet pipes, using flesh and blood to squeeze the engine's output.

In front of the pass, eight million Titanium Allied troops formed a tight blockade formation.

The first row of anti-armor mines was not buried underground.

The orders given by the Cornerstone suicide squad defied convention, and thousands of high-explosive mines were simply laid out in front of the position, visible to anyone.

The charging orc driver let out a wild laugh and slammed the accelerator to the floor.

boom!

A series of explosions erupted at the front line of the position.

The assault vehicle at the forefront was torn apart by the metal jet.

An orc pilot was thrown from the wreckage by the shockwave and crashed into the heavy armor plating of the Titans behind him.

The enormous green head exploded upon impact at high speed, splattering brain matter and bone fragments all over the armor.

The out-of-control tank rolled and tumbled in flames, crashing into the crowded group of vehicles behind it.

The chain of impacts triggered a secondary explosion.

The burning tires kept spinning, crushing the orcs who had fallen to the ground.

The sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the roar of the engine. Blood, bits of flesh, dirt, and leaking oil mingled together, forming a layer of dark red slurry on the canyon floor.

Just as chaos erupted on the ground, a sharp whistling sound came from the sky.

Twenty thousand Ti-based fire control drones simultaneously swooped down from the clouds.

Swarm intelligence took over firepower distribution, and hundreds of thousands of miniature anti-armor missiles rained down into the canyon.

The explosions, one after another, resembled a comb made of flames and shrapnel, sweeping over the heads of the orc army.

The troops in Vazdaka did not stop.

These monsters, whose sanity was consumed by the Waaagh! energy, ignored their companions who were being blown to bits.

More tanks, engulfed in flames, burst forth from the smoke of the explosion.

A battle fortress equipped with a giant rotating ram at the front and spewing black smoke, like a crazed Squiger, crashed headlong into the Titan Army trenches.

The high-speed rotating spiked rollers rolled over and shredded more than thirty Fire Clan warriors who were unable to dodge into pieces.

Before the tank had come to a complete stop, the rear panel of the carriage suddenly slammed down.

Large numbers of orc lads howled as they leaped into the trenches, brandishing machetes and chainsaw axes, and plunged into the ranks of the Tau soldiers.

A Fire Clan warrior raised his pulse rifle, but before he could pull the trigger, he was cleaved in two by a heavy chopping axe, shoulder and chest.

The orcs had just torn open a gap in the trenches when thousands of pulse rifles on both sides simultaneously turned.

A dark blue crossfire network instantly took shape.

The hundreds of orcs that rushed into the breach didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted into minced meat and charred remains by tens of thousands of plasma beams.

Just then, a giant orc leader, over four meters tall, burst out from the gap, braving a hail of bullets.

Its armor was heated red-hot by the pulse blasts, and some of the metal had melted into its flesh, but it felt no pain.

The monster gripped a giant power axe with both hands and swung it horizontally using the momentum of its charge.

Seven Tau auxiliary soldiers who attempted to fire their guns were cut in half at the waist.

Internal organs and blue blood were splattered on the orc leader's face, the stench of blood stimulating his nerves.

It crushed the sternum of a wounded Tau soldier with one foot, raised its head, and prepared to roar.

The roar lasted only halfway before abruptly stopping.

Fourteen kilometers away, on a high vantage point, the residual electric arc on the cannon barrel of a Hammerhead hover tank had just dissipated.

A railgun, accelerated to its limit by electromagnetic orbit, pierced through the smoke and struck the orc leader's gaping maw.

The bullet pierced through the back of its head.

The giant orc's entire head, along with the upper half of its spine, vanished in an instant, leaving only a cloud of blood mist in the air.

The headless body, relying on muscle memory, still managed to lunge forward two steps before kneeling down in the pile of corpses.

Such a brutal battle was repeatedly played out along this front that stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

Mutilated corpses filled the trenches, blocked the passes, and even piled up in front of the tracks of the Tau armored vehicles, forcing the drivers to repeatedly reverse and clear the bone fragments from the hinges.

The blood of orcs and Tau people mingled together, seeping into the parched land of Armageddon.

The high temperatures from the artillery fire and plasma jets baked the blood-soaked soil into a blackened, hard crust.

This is a war of attrition, a head-on clash between the swarm's computing power and the orcs' instincts.

The battle lasted for eleven hours.

As the gunfire subsided, the Titanic Allied Forces suffered 128 million casualties.

In front of the Mannheim Pass, the corpses of orcs, the wreckage of chariots, and burning metal parts covered the canyon in layers, stretching outwards and creating a carpet of flesh and blood more than forty kilometers long on the arid wasteland.

Chapter 282 Tough Guys, the Holy War of the Green-Skinned Orcs!

When talking about Armageddon, one cannot help but mention Gazkul.

The orc warlord who truly dominated the Fourth War of Armageddon was Gaz'kul.

Gazkul, whose full name is Gazkul Mag Uruk Salaka, is currently the most influential orc warlord in the galaxy.

Simply put, he is the chosen one of the orcs, and Arek's greatest nemesis.

Gazkul belongs to the Goff clan, which values ​​direct combat, and has a series of titles: Prophet of Gag and Mao, King of Warlords, Beast of Armageddon, Overlord among the Orc Overlords.

The orcs do not have a truly unified empire, therefore not all orcs directly submit to him.

But whenever Gaz'kul launches the Great Crusade, countless orc warlords will flock to him, because they believe that Gaz'kul can lead the entire race in the largest war in the history of the galaxy.

Gazkul was not only strong and brutal, but also very cunning, and possessed the vision to unify the entire orc race.

He was originally just an ordinary orc boy on the planet Urk.

During a battle, a bomb pierced his skull.

The mad doctor Groznik picked him up, cut open his head, and installed a metal skull on him.

After Gazkul awoke, he claimed to have heard the voices of the orc gods Gag and Mao.

From then on, he began to receive "oracles" continuously. Other orcs found that his prophecies often came true, and more and more tribes began to follow him.

Gazkul also grew taller and taller during the war, eventually becoming the most powerful orc warlord of his time.

The Second Armageddon War was launched by Ghazkur.

He nearly conquered the entire planet, but encountered fierce resistance from Arek in Hades's hive.

Arek, despite being an elderly human commissar, managed to prevent Gazkul's army from capturing the hive city, thus buying Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, time to launch a counterattack.

Gazkur was ultimately defeated, but he did not forget Arek.

Fifty years later, he launched the Third War of Armageddon, returning with an even larger orc fleet.

This time, his goal was no longer just to conquer the planet, but to find a war grand enough to inspire the entire orc race with Waaagh!

Armageddon thus became his "holy land".

Arek is one of the few humans who truly earns Gazkul's respect.