Warhammer: Empire Reboot

An angry roar suddenly rang out from afar.

The orcs didn't care how horribly their leader died.

What they really couldn't stand was that human said their leader was too soft.

The combat sequence threw the head aside.

The remaining thirty-six orc leaders were also sent into the arena one after another, and all of them died in one-on-one battles, none of them lasting more than a minute.

Some were cleaved from the shoulder to the abdomen by a cleaver.

Some were grabbed by the legs and slammed onto the deck until their bodies were broken into pieces.

An orc covered in full armor withstood more than a dozen punches before being pinned down by the combat unit, who slowly twisted its head 180 degrees with both hands.

When the last orc died, the blood in the crater had already reached above the feet of the combatants.

He planted the cleaver into the ground.

Facing the direction where orc activity is most concentrated.

"Green-skinned people are all cowards!"

This phrase was broadcast simultaneously in Orcish, Low Gothic, and several battleground channels.

"Whoever fucking kills me, all the weapons, teeth, and corpses in this blood pit belong to them."

A metal platform slowly rose from the edge of the deck.

The top was piled high with captured power claws, heavy machetes, firearms, vehicle parts, and several large boxes of orc teeth.

Orcs' currency is teeth.

Even though the green-skinned people watching from a distance knew there was something wrong here, their breathing still became heavy when they saw these things.

The battle order continues to roar in Orcish:

"Whoever can cut off my head is the most powerful boss in Armageddon!"

He stretched out a finger and pointed to all the green trees in the distance.

"Everyone in front of you is useless! And so are you!"

"You're not convinced? Come and try to kill me if you dare!"

The first group of orcs arrived that very night.

A dozen or so orcs from different tribes.

Neither of them would yield to the other, and they fought a battle at the entrance of the blood pit to compete for the first chance to enter.

The two orcs were killed on the spot.

The largest remaining one kicked aside the corpse and walked proudly through the middle gate.

The human stands were already full.

On the other side of the orc stands, only a few hundred greenskins showed up.

They stood on the stands made from the dilapidated hull of the ship, brandishing weapons and roaring loudly.

The first challenger lasted only five seconds.

It charged into the battle formation, and just as it raised its axe, its knee was crushed by a single foot.

The combat unit grabbed its head and dragged it for more than twenty meters, pressing its entire face against the deck.

The fangs, nasal bone, and half of the face were all ground away.

With the final stomp, the head exploded like a rotting fruit.

Cheers erupted from the human stands.

The orc stands erupted in furious roars.

"waste!"

"It's my turn!"

"That shrimp launched a sneak attack!"

The second orc entered the blood pit.

This time, the battle sequence deliberately allowed it to fight for a longer period of time.

The orc's cleaver left a crack in his shoulder armor.

The orc stands immediately erupted in cheers.

Hundreds of orcs stomped their feet frantically, shaking the entire wreckage.

"Chop it down!"

"Chop off the shrimp's head!"

"One more time!"

The human side was equally unwilling to back down.

The Iron Legion soldiers stood on their seats and gave the middle finger to the orcs.

"Your green-skinned leader can't even cut down our soldiers!"

"Get back to the mushroom pit!"

The orc became more and more excited as it fought, thinking it really had a chance.

The heavy cleaver slashed down repeatedly, forcing the fighting formation back more than ten steps.

Just as the orc stands were on the verge of madness, the battle formation suddenly moved forward.

He grabbed the orc's wrist with his left hand and plunged his right fingers into its abdomen.

Thick skin and muscles were torn apart like a wet cloth.

The combat sequence grabbed a section of intestine and yanked it outwards.

Large pieces of internal organs slid out of the abdominal cavity.

The orc glanced down, then tried to swing his sword again.

The combat sequence smashed its facial bones with a headbutt, then grabbed its upper and lower jaws and tore its entire head in half.

The orc stands fell silent instantly.

The human stands erupted in even louder cheers.

Several Astronaut soldiers even threw empty bottles at the other side.

The bottle flew across the chasm of death and smashed into the face of an orc.

The orc paused for a moment, then grabbed a metal chair next to him and threw it toward the human stands.

The chair crashed into the crowd.

Three Star Force soldiers were knocked down on the spot.

The surrounding soldiers immediately opened fire.

Bombs and lasers crossed the ravine.

The orcs in the stands also began firing.

In just over ten seconds, the two sides went from cursing each other to a full-blown melee.

Human soldiers climbed over the railing.

The orcs brandished their machetes and charged into the ravine of death.

Someone fell into the ditch and was pierced by the sharp hull of the ship.

The automatic flame nozzles activate simultaneously, burning both parties attempting to cross the chasm into flames.

The melee in the stands did nothing to affect the challenge in the blood pit.

The third orc charged into the arena, stepping over the corpse of the previous challenger.

The cheers, gunshots, curses, and explosions of humans and orcs mingled together.

The entire blood pit resembled a boiling metal boiler.

The cornerstone sequence responsible for maintaining order did not intervene immediately.

Swarm intelligence is a core device that records casualties on both sides to ensure that the conflict does not spread to the Blood Pit.

The automatic turret hidden above only fell when an orc technician activated a homemade rocket to bombard the human stands.

A laser beam pierced its skull.

An out-of-control rocket flew into the orc stands, killing dozens of greenskins.

The orcs, on the contrary, became even more excited.

The first blood pit remained open for twelve consecutive hours.

One hundred and sixty-three orcs entered the arena one after another.

None of them came out alive.

After the battle, the deck cracked open.

The scraper slowly moves along the ground.

The body, limbs, and viscous blood plasma were all pushed into the transport tank below.

Several orcs, who were not yet completely dead, clung to the edge of the deck, trying to climb out.

The mechanical scraper did not stop.

Their fingers were crushed one by one, and their bodies eventually fell into darkness.

Half an hour later, the blood pit was cleaned up again.

Only the indelible dark green stains in the metal seams proved that something had just happened here.

The orc corpses have been sent to the Greenskin farm.

As the audience left, they were still discussing which way of dying was the most satisfying.