Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The combat sequence pulled on its power claws, tearing the entire mechanical arm of the Bonebreaker off along with its shoulder blade.

The Bonebreaker roared as he swung his chainsaw.

The defender pressed close to its body.

He grabbed the chainsaw arm with both hands, slammed his knee into his elbow, and broke his bones and mechanical bearings together.

Both of the bone-crusher's arms were rendered useless.

Its massive head slammed forward, its mouth snapping shut on the shoulder of the combat unit.

The fangs pierced through the armor.

Gasps of surprise erupted from the human stands.

The battle sequence allowed it to bite it.

He inserted both hands into the gaps in the Bonebreaker's abdominal armor.

The armor plates bend to both sides.

He grabbed the ribs inside and snapped them outwards.

The chest cavity of the man who had his bones broken was opened directly, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

The defender reached into his chest cavity and grabbed the heart, which was larger than a human head.

In front of a million orcs, he slowly clenched his five fingers.

boom!

My heart exploded.

The body of the bone-crusher remained frozen in place.

It is not completely dead yet.

The defender seized its fangs and turned its entire head toward the orc stands.

"This is your toughest boss?"

"Keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully!"

After saying that, he punched the man who had broken bones in the face.

By the tenth punch, the Bonebreaker's head had completely disappeared, leaving only a broken neck bone.

The defender grabbed its corpse and lifted it high above his head.

"Who else?!"

The million orcs fell into a brief silence.

Then, more roars rose from afar.

The bone-crusher died, proving it wasn't hard enough.

Then, the next, stronger orc will have the opportunity to replace it.

The message spread rapidly through orc warships, merchants, technicians, and psionic resonances.

Three hundred blood pits appeared in Armageddon.

There are powerful humans there.

They are willing to fight any orc head-on.

Kill them, and you'll get teeth, weapons, vehicle parts, and the most resounding fame in the entire galaxy.

Countless orcs began to discuss these blood pits.

Three hundred blood pits are like three hundred nails, firmly driven into the most primal desires of the orc civilization.

Strength, battle, victory, and becoming the strongest boss.

No matter how far apart the orcs in the galaxy are, as long as they hear the stories here, they will all have the same thought.

Those that died earlier were all useless.

Only he himself was the orc who could truly cut off the head of the champion.

This world, which was originally a holy land for orcs, gradually acquired a new name.

Humans call it the Three Hundred Blood Pit.

The orcs, with their loudest roars, called it—the Holy Land of Hard Bones.

Chapter 288 The Joyful Hami Ghidoton!

Commissar Arek fought the orcs his entire life.

He always believed that he knew enough about orcs.

until today……

The orc war in Armageddon had become something he no longer recognized.

Inside the highest command center, hundreds of light screens floated in mid-air, broadcasting the battle situation in various parts of the planet in real time.

The defensive lines that once required the Iron Legion and the Astronautical Army to rack their brains and suffer millions of casualties to barely maintain have now become war playgrounds of different styles but equally bloody.

The initial three hundred arenas were just the beginning.

The battle order proved its strength through a series of public executions, and the orcs proved it in an even more frenzied way: three hundred arenas were far from enough to satisfy their thirst for battle.

From the day the orcs emerged from the creep, their minds were filled with the urge to shoot, hack and slash, race cars, and create explosions.

Eating is for fighting, sleeping is for waking up and continuing to fight, and making weapons is to make the next battle even more exciting.

Even death is merely the final stage of the battle.

If they die a quick and painless death, with thousands of their kind around to witness it, they might even consider their death a source of pride and glory.

Orcs are one of the most savage races in the galaxy, and also one of the most easily happy.

Humans need food, safety, faith, and hope for the future; the Eldar struggle with endless desires; the Tau need to believe in the so-called path of the highest good; and even the Chaos Believers struggle with an insatiable thirst for something.

Orcs don't have these troubles.

Give it a gun that makes a sound, a tough enemy, and tell it that someone is watching, and it will experience pure, almost luxurious pleasure.

Lawson understood this perfectly.

As a result, in addition to the three hundred arenas, more battle zones were established.

Within the Valley of Death, thousands of abandoned warships are piled up, forming a labyrinth spanning tens of kilometers.

The art style is rough and bizarre, with twisted ship skeletons pointing towards the sky and broken decks crushing each other.

The narrow passageway is filled with armored doors that suddenly close, magnetic walls that change direction during battle, and engine debris that could fall from above at any moment.

There are no limits on the number of participants, no restrictions on weapons, and no referees.

Above the entrance, there was only a black sign welded with orc script.

Let's go all out!

When the Goff clan first saw this sign, the entire army went mad.

They like black, they like to charge head-on, and they like to cut their enemies into pieces.

To the Goff Orcs, ranged weapons were nothing more than things that made a few random noises before they could reach the enemy.

A true battle requires seeing the enemy's eyes, smelling the blood, and then personally splitting the enemy's head open with an axe and a power claw.

Hundreds of thousands of Gof orcs crowded in front of the entrance.

Before those in front even got in, those behind had already started hacking the way with axes.

"Get out of the way! I'll go first!"

"Bullshit! I'm older than you!"

"If anyone pushes me again, I'll chop them up first!"

The battle inside the labyrinth had not yet begun, but thousands of orc corpses had already fallen at the entrance.

The orcs who finally charged in were even more excited.

They searched for enemies in the warship's passageways, occasionally bumping into another orc group.

The two sides would usually stop and look at each other.

If they don't find humans immediately, they'll fight a battle first.

The victors continue their advance over the corpses of the defeated.

By the time they finally find the battle sequence hidden deep within the labyrinth, usually only the strongest and fiercest ones remain.

They will engage in a fierce and intense battle with the Keystone or Combat sequences.

This is exactly the result that swarm intelligence aims to achieve.

The weak are eliminated in internal strife, while the strong voluntarily enter the narrow space most suitable for close combat.

The combat sequence doesn't even need to search for targets; it can simply stand in the center of the maze and wait for waves of orcs to come to it.

The Valley of Death soon acquired a new name.

The Gough Orcs call it the "meat grinder".

The name wasn't given because they found themselves being slaughtered; quite the opposite, in the eyes of the orcs, a place where hordes of lads could be shredded into mincemeat was a truly worthwhile place to visit.

Rusty Canyon belongs to the Evil Sun Clan.

A 300-kilometer-long circular race track winds its way along a dry riverbed and abandoned industrial areas.

The sides of the track were littered with the wreckage of burning tanks.

Along the way, there were magnetic cliffs, armored roadblocks, automatic flame nozzles, and high-speed ramps converted from warship catapults.

Once the orc race car hits the ramp, it will be thrown hundreds of meters.

If the angle is slightly off upon landing, the entire war truck will roll over and crash into the rock wall.

The driver and the boy in the car were thrown all over the place.