"WAAAGH, full energy!" The Iron Plague's broadcast system spewed out a sound wave with metal fragments. The orc masters in the cockpit used wrenches to frantically hit the energy core, "Break the turtle shell!"

The super particle cannon on Leo Ku’s chest began to charge, and the jumping green arcs ionized the air along the way into poisonous mist.

The defenders on the city wall fired in vain, and the burn marks left by the laser beam on the armor plates were mistaken by the orc tech master as graffiti paint.

A captain of the Astra Militarum attempted to detonate tens of thousands of tons of pre-buried explosives, but discovered that the detonator had already been corroded by biological spores.

"For the Emperor!"

An entire Astra Militarum armored company launched a suicide charge, using their puny Leman Russ battle tanks to block its advance.

"Prepare to detonate!"

These Leman Russ main battle tanks and Chimera armored vehicles are loaded with tens of thousands of tons of explosives, enough to blow away a Warhound-class Titan.

"Boom! Boom!"

The moment it approached, the explosion engulfed Gu Juji's bottom, but it could not stop Gu Juji from moving forward.

The debris from the explosion formed a brief barrier in front of Gu Juji's tracks.

But the steel behemoth only slightly increased its engine speed, and the five hundred soldiers on the ground were carbonized in the green flames spewing from the supercharged exhaust port.

The Iron Plague's particle cannon finally finished charging, and the beam of light with a diameter of thirty meters directly penetrated the core of the city wall.

The composite armor fell away like melted butter, exposing the gene-seed reservoirs of the hive behind.

The orc masters cheered and activated the second weapon array, which was a spore sprayer modified from the Tyranid biological cannon. Clouds of highly toxic fungi poured into the city through the gap.

Just as Leo Ku raised his foot to step on the gap, golden runes suddenly lit up on the dashboards of all the Orc Tech Bosses.

Commissar Yarrick's mechanical prosthetic eye locked onto the target on the Poison Blade tank five kilometers away, and the modified power claw was wedging some kind of sacred data into the fire control system.

"What is this? The symbol of the human boss?"

The orc war leader stood in front of the console and then looked at the battlefield under Gu Juji.

"The machine spirit thirsts for revenge."

Yarick raised his mechanical claw that was half his size. He stood on the tank and shouted with his face burning in golden flames, "Clean the trajectory with holy oil!"

All the crew members of the Arrogant Fortress cut their palms at the same time, and the blood flowed along the lines on the operating console into the main gun charging tank.

The Machine Soul Manifestation emerged from the barrel of the gun, a form composed of martyr's skulls and holy nails, stretching itself into the crosshairs of the calibration scope.

“Fire.”

The Emperor's Bane Blade's volcanic cannon surpassed the limits of physics at this moment, and what it fired was not plasma, but a beam of light that compressed the prayers of thousands of fanatics.

The air on the trajectory spontaneously condensed into a relief of a suffering saint. A charging orc boy suddenly stopped and shouted in a crying voice: "Too... too WAAAGH!"

"What the hell, second brother! I thought I could stop him!"

The moment the spear of light hit the energy core of the Iron Plague, the entire Vigilant Star's auspicious array detected subspace fluctuations.

The mountains of bouncing bombs inside Leo Ku began to resonate, and the Orcs were horrified to find that their favorite explosives were changing from green to a dazzling gold.

"A little trick of a big human!"

The orc war leader smashed the control console with his power claws, but his hair was set on fire by the holy fire. When he struggled to eject from the cockpit, he found that the escape hatch had been blocked by countless garbage.

The first blast turned the Ironplague's left leg into a waterfall of metal, the melted armor flowing along the hive wall like liquid gold.

The second wave of explosions hit Leo Ku's abdomen, and his entire abdomen turned into a ball of flames.

Yarick stood on the burning turret, his mechanical claws pointing at the steel behemoth that was beginning to collapse: "Witness the wrath of the Emperor!"

The final chain reaction transformed the Iron Plague into an Ikon Bomb. The Titan cannon on its back fired one last shot before disintegrating.

Unexpectedly, this shell accurately hit the orc airdrop capsule group 20 kilometers away, and the resulting explosion formed a brief firework display in the sky.

When the smoke cleared, only the metal skeleton of the Iron Plague remained at the breach in the hive city wall. All the orcs were purified by the flames of the explosion, and the wreckage presented a majestic structure like the flying buttresses of a church.

The most ironic thing was that the collapsed cockpit just crushed the orc war leader who had just crawled out of the ground. His fangs were forever embedded in the Imperial eagle emblem that he hated the most, as if mocking him.

At this moment, the sound of an ancient horn was heard from the sky of Vigilant Planet.

Suddenly, a brass-colored vortex appeared in the stratosphere of the Vigilant Star, and seventy-two meteorites engraved with cuneiform characters pierced the clouds.

The green barrage of the orcs' anti-aircraft guns hit the burning metal coffins, but was absorbed by the hieroglyphs flowing on the surface and transformed into a scarab-shaped energy body that dived in the opposite direction.

The fleet of the Second Legion rushed out from the sandstorm and plunged straight into the battlefield like a golden spear.

A sandstorm swept across the battlefield without warning, and nanometer-sized yellow sand penetrated into the pores of the Tyranid creatures and orc troops.

Calgar and Yarick looked up and saw the outline of a brass-colored warship blocking out the sun, and a huge column engraved with cuneiform characters emerged from the sandstorm.

"That is the Achaemenid sun disk..." The chapter's psychic communication was interrupted by a sandstorm.

Accompanied by bursts of chanting, a desert-colored and black airdrop capsule fell from the sky and burst open after smashing through an entire house.

A warrior in obsidian power armor stepped out into the holy fire, the golden tassels on both sides of his helmet still dripping with molten orc blood, and the scripture cloth strips wrapped around the power spear moved without wind.

Countless Space Marines dressed in Parthian style emerged from the dust, their chainsaw spears wrapped with shrouds covered with scripture.

"For Xerxes, for the Second Legion!"

The roar of the first company commander Nadir was processed by a voice changer and turned into a howl like a desert storm.

As his chainsaw spear pierced the orc master's chest, the inscriptions engraved on the teeth suddenly glowed, transforming the green skin and flesh into hot glass crystals.

The bronze Persian lion on the leader's power armor was tearing into the Zerg organization, and the roar with a desert accent pierced the battlefield.

"The Lone Warrior! Send these bastards to Ahriman!"

Xerxes' golden fleet dropped spears of light from the center of the sandstorm, and brass-colored energy beams evaporated the insect swarm into elementary particles.

More airdrop pods bloomed on the battlefield, and countless airdrop pods fell from the sky and crashed directly into the battlefield of Alert Star.

The Orks fighting on the ground, the Tau Empire Fire Warriors, and countless Imperial Astra Militarum soldiers raised their heads and looked at the airdrop pods falling like raindrops from the sky.