Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 785 Guilliman: The battle was exhilarating! (Seeking monthly votes)
The surface of Shattered Skull Star was already a boiling wasteland of death, with magma still slowly flowing on the surface, showing no signs of solidifying.

But Guilliman saw the world in a completely different light.

Blue data cascaded down the edge of the tactical eyepiece like a waterfall, while simple and clear three-dimensional vector icons danced on Guilliman's retina.

Countless complex battlefield information, such as atmospheric temperature, wind speed, wind direction, and radiation intensity, are abstracted into visualized data by the intelligent system carried by the power armor.

In the past, Astartes' tactical helmets had similar functions, but they were not as sophisticated and mature.

Over the past century, the Empire has made rapid progress in combat support systems.

"Combat support system activated."

"Assisted target: Robert Guilliman."

Guilliman felt as if he were playing an incredibly realistic holographic game, and he could achieve victory step by step simply by following the system's guidance.

"Interesting, very interesting. Even new recruits who have just completed the original casting modification and have little combat experience can make up for a large part of their lack of experience with the help of the combat assistance system."

The specially designed power armor emitted a buzzing sound, white mist spewed from the shoulder cooling grates, and a dazzling plasma beam burst forth, propelling the landing force off the ground and moving rapidly across the planet's surface.

In the center of Guilliman's retina, a striking scarlet triangle warning appeared.

According to the auxiliary system, this area is the orc tunnel that was buried after the bombing. Opening it will open the door to the underground world.

All landing forces maintained a safe distance of at least fifty meters, and then three Astartes positioned at different locations sent position calibration signals to the warships in orbit.

The next moment, a dazzling high-energy laser beam descended from the sky, hitting the center of the crimson triangle with unparalleled precision.

The earth trembled and shook violently from the impact, and dust and silt were swept up and rose in the aftershocks.

The tactical helmet activated its hearing shield, but Guilliman could still feel his chest throbbing violently.

The ship-borne high-energy laser cannon lasted for a full ten seconds, like a long white river hanging down from the sky, vaporizing and creating a straight channel in the collapsed dense rock layers.

Wherever the beam of light reached, everything was completely evaporated by the ultra-high temperature, and even the atmosphere was burned open.

Witnessing a warship-sized laser weapon fall before one's eyes is a shock that even Primarchs cannot escape.

"Our infiltration troops are already ahead to meet us. Keep moving forward."

Guilliman bent his knees and leaped into the air, the plasma stream ejected from his power backpack automatically correcting its trajectory.

After drawing a zigzag line in mid-air that defied the laws of physics, he entered the smooth passage opened up by the light cannon.

The Ever Victorious Army followed closely behind the Primarch, while the other Astartes belonging to the Salamanders and the Midnight Lords maintained their distance and formations as they entered the passage one by one.

The anti-gravity module carried by the power armor took effect, allowing the landing force to maintain a constant descent.

The Green-skinned Orcs' underground world is located ten kilometers below the surface.

When Guilliman and his assault team landed at the bottom of the tunnel, they were blocked by a waaagh energy shield that glowed with a pale green light.

Previously, the green-skinned orcs used the Waaagh energy shield to protect the entire Skullcrusher planet, but it was difficult to withstand the continuous orbital bombardment.

Therefore, they chose to reduce the range of the shield while using the crust of Skullshatterer to reinforce the protection.

With such methods, even orbital bombardment would find it difficult to shake this planet.

Guilliman poked the green energy membrane in front of him with his Crimson Sword and found that it was unusually resilient and could even maintain a stable state under the erosion of the decomposition force field.

"It was this thing that blocked the high-energy laser cannon that was clearing the way, allowing our pathfinders to get up there."

Guilliman gave the order, and several Sentinel Iron Men immediately stepped forward.

Even the Primarch found these Iron Men, upgraded using extraterrestrial technology by Lothie, extremely troublesome.

Their bizarre and wonderful abilities truly opened Guilliman's eyes.

In other universes, crisis and opportunity always go hand in hand.

He has always been a pragmatist and a proponent of adopting existing ideas; once Guilliman discovers the strengths of other legions, they quickly become the strengths of the Ultramarines.

These Sentinel Iron Men are equipped with the energy absorption capabilities of the Black King Sebastian Shaw.

The Sentinel Ironman's hand immediately covered the Waaagh energy shield, and in the next moment, a large amount of psionic energy was directly devoured and absorbed by these Ironmen.

Although they only devoured a very small portion relative to the whole, it still gave the assault troops an opportunity.

Guilliman seized the opportunity and used the disintegration field of the Crimson Sword to tear open the green-skinned orc's protective barrier.

The green membrane in front of them suddenly cracked open with a narrow slit, and Chang Shengjun fearlessly rushed into it to eliminate any potential threats to his genetic prototype.

When Guilliman entered the underground world of the green-skinned orcs, he was greeted by an extremely unfamiliar natural landscape.

A viscous green light flowed through the cave ceiling, and countless fluorescent mycelia pulsed between the rock layers like blood vessels.

The air filter on the Guilliman helmet sounded an alarm—the atmosphere here was filled with a toxic fumes of spore dust and nitrated sulfur.

These toxic fumes are deadly to humans; even the two hearts and three lungs of the Astartes cannot adapt to this environment for long.

But it is this deadly gas that nourishes the mushroom forest that stretches for hundreds of kilometers.

The giant mushrooms, with caps exceeding twenty meters in diameter, are covered with raised granules. Whenever their sporangia burst, they explode in a phosphorescent green halo in the darkness.

"The green-skinned orcs are never mindless, brute aliens. They are another civilization that adapts its environment to suit its own needs."

Guilliman said quietly, and then he saw the giant fungi in front of him shake violently as if they were startled.

Large quantities of visible, dark yellow dust spores began to scatter and fly around along the underground world's air circulation system, causing other fungi to tremble as well.

"Their early warning system is activated; prepare for battle."

The orcs built spiral nests in the underground world using metal scraps and animal bones, while large amounts of moss-like green fungi covered the metal surfaces.

Guilliman noticed that the moss was devouring the metal—a mutated species with sharp teeth was gnawing at the rusted steel plates into a honeycomb structure, providing the orcs with natural building materials.

He took a step forward, but the feedback from his feet made Guilliman frown.

He used his left hand to blast through the ground and dug into the underground part of a fungus.

Guilliman then exerted a little force and pulled out a young orc, curled up like an infant and dripping green slime.

This violent disturbance immediately awakened the unborn orc larva.

Just as he was about to tear open the spore cyst to forcibly escape the dangerous environment, Guilliman's large hand crushed him into dark green sap.

With a crisp "smack," the Primarch shook his left hand with a hint of disgust, then rubbed it on the moss on the wall to get rid of the nauseating feeling.

"Disgusting."

In just a short while, the loud noise of the green-skinned orcs shouting and fighting came from the front of the assault force.

Orc attacks are always accompanied by fierce roars. In their minds, the louder the orc's roar, the stronger he is, and the more fear and timid the enemy will feel.

The greenskins brandished their large rifling guns. The most distinctive feature of these ranged weapons, crafted by the mechanic boy, was their terrifyingly large caliber; they could even easily fit a thing the size of a human head inside.

Each burst of fire brought a thunderous roar, as the rapidly advancing metal warheads hurtled towards the humans who had appeared in the underground world.

"Waaagh, Rehmannia!"

"Waaagh, Kork!"

The green-skinned orcs unleashed a chaotic and disorderly battle cry, which sounded like the strange accents of people who had drunk too much mushroom-flavored liquor, but Guilliman still managed to make out what they were shouting.

Rehmannia glutinosa?

The emperor's son's face instantly darkened. He could hear the subtle difference between the words "emperor" and "earth yellow," and these green-skinned creatures were far too blasphemous.

The Sentinel Ironmen stood at the forefront, each holding a heavy adamantite shield in one arm. As long as they stood together as a line, they could greatly weaken the enemy's ranged firepower.

Once the accumulating kinetic energy reaches a critical value, it is released in a directional manner by the Sentinel Iron Man in the form of a shock wave.

The green-skinned orcs at the forefront were instantly blasted away by the violent shockwave. Their sturdy armor and internal organs beneath their muscles were blasted into mush by the shockwave.

"Am I dead?"

The green-skinned orcs lying on the ground tried to cover the mushroom juice gushing from their mouths and noses with their hands. The intense pain made them want to vomit everything in their stomachs.

"You're not dead! The great Second Brother Mao is protecting you!"

"Keep chanting after me, for Rehmannia! For Kork!"

An orc commissar dressed in a style quite different from the other orcs suddenly stopped.

He held a plasma pistol in one hand and an incredibly sharp power sword in the other.

The orc commissar wore a military cap on his forehead that even bore the insignia of the Bloodaxe clan.

Encouraged by the political commissar, the green-skinned orcs whose internal organs had been shattered by the shockwave, but whose heads were still intact, immediately got up again.

The abundant waaagh energy flowed into their bodies, and with the help of my spiritual power, they regained their vitality.

The underworld of Skullcrusher is the home of the green-skinned orcs, where the waaagh energy is so concentrated it's terrifying.

Of course, these green-skinned orcs that had risen from the dead were also in much worse condition, and soon fell to the rapid-fire machine guns and explosives fired by the Sentinel Ironmen and the Original Space Marines.

Even the thickest metal armor couldn't withstand those rocket-propelled death bombs.

Patches of green-skinned orcs burst open like shredded straw, their bodies gushing blood and sticking to the ground in patches.

The explosive bomb, having pierced through flesh and blood, continued its trajectory, even carrying orc blood and internal organs, splattering a terrifying, radial pattern of blood and gore across the wall.

If they were humans, their morale would probably have collapsed long ago, but these are green-skinned orcs.

Guilliman was so engrossed in the killing that he even broke free from the protection of the Ever Victorious Army and charged into the horde of green-skinned orcs, unleashing his full power.

He wanted to vent all the frustration and anger that had been building up inside him. Terra, damn Terra.

To hell with the High Lords!
Abandon thinking, embrace your instincts!

Driven by rage, Guilliman was even more ferocious than Angron before he ascended to demon form, tearing countless green-skinned orcs apart with a Crimson Shortsword right in the middle of the orc horde.

The storm of blades swirled through the flesh and metal of the green-skinned orcs, like an unstoppable, giant, mobile meat grinder.

The orcs roared and charged toward Guilliman, craving a powerful enemy, and the blue behemoth was the very foe they had been seeking.

The Primarch moved so fast that it was difficult to see clearly. Even the victorious army could only see countless flashes of electric arcs before the green-skinned orcs turned into pieces of corpses on the ground.

The Crimson Sword was emitting a crisp hum, and the electric arcs from the decomposing force field burned the blood, keeping the blade clean.

Guilliman showed no signs of fatigue; in fact, as he killed more and more enemies, his speed increased.

He was recalling the state of the war.

The cobalt blue power armor was covered in the blood and flesh of the green-skinned orcs, but it quickly became brand new as the energy arcs refreshed it.

"happy!"

"Cool!"

Looking at the corpses scattered all around him, Guilliman felt all the pent-up frustration in his chest vanish.

"Compared to that encounter in Koss, my speed and strength have weakened considerably," Guilliman remarked. Even Primarchs who haven't fought for a long time will experience a decline in their condition.

Just as Guilliman was wreaking havoc, in the dense fungal jungle, a green-skinned orc, covered in pale purple mud and disguised with ferns, silently aimed at Guilliman's helmet.

He was looking for an opportunity.

Then, the orc sniper pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The railgun in his hand instantly fired a high-speed metal bullet.

The metal bullet traced an extremely tricky arc, even changing its trajectory in the air, as if it had come to life, passing through the Sentinel Iron Man's obstruction and heading straight for Guilliman's helmet.

This sniper bullet is imbued with the "I-Thinking Power" of the green-skinned orc, giving it a penetration capability far exceeding theoretical limits.

Even armor made of fine gold is no longer an indestructible symbol in the face of this single bullet.

However, the tingling sensation at the nerve synapse comes on faster than from the railgun.

Guilliman's tactical eyepiece can decompose the ballistic trajectory into a complete mathematical model within nanoseconds.

Although the Green-skinned Orcs' ballistics are extremely unstable and have a certain margin of error, it is sufficient for Guilliman.

He saw the metal warhead, modified by the green-skinned orcs, in a state of high-frequency vibration, its surface etched with orc runes that gave it the ability to tear through reality.

The Primarch exerted all his strength and leaned back violently. Almost the instant he fell, the Magnetic Boots were slammed into the rock by the powerful force, abruptly stopping his fall.

Relying on his incredible physical abilities, Guilliman executed an inverted "L" shaped dodge maneuver.

The metal bullet grazed Guilliman's breastplate, leaving a faint scratch on the magnificent Imperial Eagle and pure skull decorations.

The power of my thoughts and the energy shield on the surface of the power armor burst forth with a blinding purple light, and the scattered sparks left a brief black spot on Guilliman's retina.

The Ever-Victorious Army immediately gathered around and protected their original body in the center.

At the same time, the shoulder cannons and assault guns mounted on the Sentinel Iron Man began to retaliate in the direction from which the bullets came.

The Space Marines also spared no expense in indiscriminately covering the area with plasma and explosives.

The orc sniper hiding in the fungal forest was instantly vaporized, along with the surrounding rocks and metal, turning into a pool of molten, eerie matter. "Our oracle cannot detect these orc snipers."

"Damn it, their ability to hide is much stronger than those green-skinned orcs from before."

Grod lamented that it was his fault for allowing Guilliman to be sniped.

“I’m fine,” Guilliman reassured him. “Don’t panic.”

Don't be fooled by the fact that the orc sniper seems to be just a hair's breadth away from hitting the Primarch; given the Primarch's reaction speed, that tiny distance is an insurmountable obstacle.

Even if the orcs' reaction and attack speeds continue to increase, they will still find that they are just a little bit short.

Unless this area is subjected to saturation bombardment, such precise sniping is ineffective against the Primarch.

"This is the orc special forces kid mentioned in the intelligence? He's got some skills."

Guilliman recalled the orc's sniping attack just now; it was something that such a crude and savage alien as a green-skinned orc could do.

"And what's even more deadly than human snipers is that these green-skinned orcs' camouflage methods are just too outrageous."

"Our advanced oracles can detect the most sophisticated disguises, but they are not very effective against the orcs' ability to sense things."

While the Primarch was still reflecting and reviewing, in a more distant passage, from within the thick, viscous cloud of spores, a few barely perceptible gunshots seemed to be heard.

Guilliman adjusted the tactical eyepiece, switching it to a scanning mode that captures the airflow patterns within the cave.

The orcs' ability to think can indeed evade things like optical and thermal scans, but as long as they are alive, they cannot avoid breathing.

The subtle airflow produced by breathing, and the effects of natural body tremors, can be detected with keen enough observation.

The Primarch charged toward the green-skinned orcs like a cannonball, leaving deep chisel marks on the ground and rock walls with each step he took.

He used his elbow to smash the spine of the orc special forces kid on his left into four pieces, then used his right hand to tear off the mechanical prosthetic eye full of optical lenses from another sniper, and then shoved it into the throat of the third enemy.

The last special forces soldier frantically pulled the trigger, only to find that the railgun's charging module had been destroyed by the power sword's disintegration field.

Guilliman instantly grabbed the orc's cracked jaw and slammed the slime-covered head heavily onto the ground. The next moment, his heavy power boots stomped down, scattering countless splattered green flesh and blood everywhere.

Grod quickly stepped forward and finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Guilliman had no obvious injuries.

“I think I understand Angron back then a little better,” Guilliman laughed. “Because it really is a lot of fun.”

"I don't need to waste any more words, because my sword will answer for me."

The leader of the Ever Victorious Army saw his original body starting to get carried away again and immediately realized something was wrong.

This is what he fears most.

The only one who could persuade Guilliman was Lord Loshi, but they were currently in the Greenskinned Orcs' underground world, so they were naturally unable to communicate normally with the outside world.

Guilliman suddenly turned his attention to another direction. Grod wanted to continue shooting, but the Primarch stopped him with a hand.

"Stop shooting."

The numerous Astartes immediately obeyed orders, and from the shadows, a dozen Ash Claws and Midnight Lords' original Space Marines quickly emerged.

"Lord Guilliman, we are the team that came to meet you."

The leader of the Ash Claws knelt on one knee and bowed to the Primarch.

He glanced around and noticed signs of a battle, immediately realizing that the Primarch had already clashed with the Greenskin Orcs' special forces.

"You should have already encountered those jungle special forces kids from the Bloodaxe Clan. These guys are completely different from the green-skinned orcs we're used to."

"They have become more powerful, more stealthy, and even more skilled than before."

The warriors of Ash Claw explained, while also recounting to Guilliman what they had encountered here.

Since they infiltrated the orcs' underground world, they have frequently encountered harassment and countermeasures from the orcs' counter-infiltration forces.

At first, these Astartes, skilled in stealth warfare, were able to completely overwhelm the green-skinned orcs.

They lurk in the shadows, gathering the intelligence they need, while assassinating some high-ranking orc leaders and bosses.

In particular, the orc commanders, orc commissars, and orc priests who were created by green-skinned orcs imitating humans were among the key targets for the Ash Claws and the Night Lords to be beheaded.

However, as time went by, these orcs, who gradually accumulated experience and began to master anti-infiltration combat capabilities, became increasingly difficult to deal with.

They are becoming increasingly adept at leveraging their home-field advantage, using the ubiquitous fungal jungle to conceal their presence, and, with the help of my thinking power, lurking right under the noses of the Astartes.

The orc snipers that Guilliman and his team encountered were a specialized type of Bloodaxe special forces kid. They could remain motionless like mushrooms, just to fire a deadly bullet at the crucial moment.

Furthermore, the green-skinned orcs of the Serpent Clan began to develop targeted and dangerous biological weapons specifically for the Astartes.

For example, some landmines called Slugs can release biological toxins. They remain still and quiet like ordinary mushrooms, but will explode when an enemy approaches.

Although the explosive force was insufficient to kill the Astartes wearing Star-type power armor, their venom would quickly solidify into a highly viscous, stubborn gel-like substance upon contact with air.

They can stick to almost anything and are extremely difficult to remove unless burned with a promethium flamethrower for thirty seconds.

Astartes, having been hit, will face the dilemma of failing to become invisible and exposing its location.

These bizarre creatures, which resemble biological mines, have caused immense trouble for the Ash Claws and Midnight Lords' infiltration warriors.

After all, once they are exposed, they will lose their biggest advantage.

In addition to these, the green-skinned orcs also learned most of the classic human tactics.

Encircle and ambush reinforcements, lure the enemy deep into your territory, use feints to attack in the east and strike in the west...

Sometimes, they would even deliberately release bait to expose the orc leaders' weaknesses, attracting the lurking Astartes to launch a surprise attack and behead them.

Once humans fall for the trick, they will undoubtedly be trapped in the green-skinned orcs' snare.

An endless army of orcs will emerge from all directions and overwhelm the space marines with sheer numbers.

Even if a hundred or a thousand orcs could overwhelm and kill one Astartes, it would still be a huge gain for them.

Guilliman listened attentively and updated the corresponding orc behavior model in his mind.

These are invaluable pieces of information obtained at the cost of the lives of the infiltrators, and they must be carefully summarized and analyzed; to waste them would be to betray their sacrifice.

Where is your commander now?

"Zoe and Talos, why didn't they come to meet me?"

In response to Guilliman's question, the Ash Claw sergeant simply replied...

“We already know that the Empire intends to expand its gains and has therefore been plotting to decapitate the orc warlord of Skullbreaker, Schwarzenegger.”

"Lord Zoe and Lord Talos have discovered traces of the orc warlords and are tracking Schwarzenegger's location, so they sent me to meet you."

Guilliman accepted this answer upon hearing it.

"Tell me the location of the orc warlord, and we'll head in that direction to provide support."

"Only by throwing the underworld into chaos can we disrupt the greenskin orcs' strategic plans and expose their weaknesses."

After a moment's hesitation, the Ash Claw sergeant followed Guilliman's instructions and shared intelligence about the orc warlord.

After Guilliman reviewed the intelligence, the combat support system entered the relevant information and shared it on the data panels of the other Astartes.

This assault force, personally led by the Primarch, immediately found its direction and began rampaging through the orcs' underworld.

The deeper they went, the more the number and quality of the green-skinned orcs began to increase.

These ferocious orcs were utterly fearless, and their fighting spirit intensified when they realized that many even bigger, waaagh-sized canned beasts were arriving.

The Sentinel Iron Men play a crucial role in providing fire support, and the firepower they can unleash is far more ferocious than that of the Astartes.

Various high-energy lasers, Gaussian rays, and plasma flashed continuously in the dim fungal tunnel.

Being deep within enemy territory, Astartes and the Sentinel Ironmen tacitly reduced their use of live ammunition, as obtaining supplies here was quite difficult.

The Sentinel Iron Man unleashed a fierce promethium flame, burning the corpses of the dead green-skinned orcs.

Thick black smoke began to spread in the underground world, seeping into every nook and cranny through the air circulation system.

Every now and then, some green-skinned orcs, as well as fart spirits and snot spirits, who were hiding in the troop-hiding caves would be forced to come out to breathe because of the poisonous smoke, and then they would be blown to pieces by the fierce firepower of the humans.

With each step forward, the human army killed hundreds of green-skinned orcs, giving the eerie impression that the enemy was endless.

After traversing a long passageway, Guilliman and his companions finally entered an incredibly vast underground cavern.

If it weren't for the lack of sunlight, this place would look no different from the outside world.

Numerous orc-style buildings, such as fortresses, production farms, and foundries, are arranged in a seemingly chaotic yet orderly fashion.

The ground was simply hardened to facilitate the passage of heavy vehicles and production machinery.

"This is an important underground city of the green-skinned orcs. Destroy it!"

Guilliman made his assessment and immediately gave the order to attack.

The Sentinel Ironmen adjusted their attack mode, unleashing a dense barrage of tactical missiles from their honeycomb missile pods, heading directly towards the tall towers of the green-skinned orcs.

These tactical missiles vary in type, including electromagnetic pulse attacks specifically targeting mechanical vehicles and electronic components, as well as neutron bomb attacks capable of killing organisms over a wide area.

The most destructive weapon is the antimatter bomb, which can annihilate all enemies within its attack range.

However, the green-skinned orcs, despite the relentless bombardment, once again formed a green tide and charged towards the human invaders.

Even with tactical goggles, it was impossible to accurately count how many green-skinned orcs were in front of them.

The largest of the giant beasts, the Skull, charged at the forefront of the green tide.

These monsters, each over twenty meters tall and covered in sturdy metal armor, resembled moving mountains of flesh, and every step they took caused violent tremors in the ground.

The young men of the Serpentbite Clan drove these earth-shattering behemoths, comparable to miniature Titans, and bore the brunt of the humans' fierce firepower.

Even after Gaussian rays hit these Skull behemoths, it takes a very long time for them to decompose their flesh.

This period of time was enough for them to advance the battle line to a sufficiently close position.

The Ultra Warriors instinctively formed the most suitable battle formation for defense.

Using the terrain as a base, they deployed their firepower in sequence, with the Ever-Victorious Army tightly surrounding Guilliman in the center to prevent the Primarch from losing his mind.

Various short-range missiles roared in, while the explosive rounds released by the twin-barreled explosive guns in the hands of the Ultramarines created a powerful braking effect, which was more effective against the waaagh energy shield of the green-skinned orcs than pure energy weapons.

The dense barrage of bullets finally took down the Skull behemoth. These muscular, simple-minded giants had mountains of metal bullets piled up inside them, and even their blood had evaporated under the intense heat.

The boys who were bitten by snakes were even more likely to die than they could have.

The burly, towering leader of the Goff clan, heavily armored and standing on the corpses of his companions, unleashed a terrifying, ferocious green-skinned war cry from his throat, and swung his heavy giant axe at the fire lizards before him.

The giant axe and the adamantite shield clashed, instantly creating a metallic clang that reverberated throughout the battlefield, making one's teeth ache.

The sons of Vulcan took the initiative to shoulder the heavy responsibility of intercepting the green tide.

Compared to their Smurf cousins, Salamander Warriors are characterized by their larger physiques, but their reaction speed is slightly slower.

Under Vulcan's tutelage and influence, the salamanders almost instinctively sheltered their fellow warriors behind them.

They are the guardians, regardless of whether they are backed by mortals or other brothers in arms.

The green-skinned orc's battle axe slammed fiercely into the fire lizard's storm shield. The blade, enhanced with the power of thought, was even sharper and more unstoppable than the disintegration field.

The fire salamanders were horrified to see their adamantite shields slashed open with shark-tooth-like gaps.

Flashes of light illuminated the dim underground world, where the Primal Salamanders stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a defensive line against the green tide with towering shield walls.

Their beliefs and will are more unbreakable than pure gold.

"Live Vulcan!"

"Bathed in the flames of war, forged on the anvil!"

The green-skinned orcs at the forefront were all shocked by the fire lizard's surging fighting spirit, and for a moment even their charging speed instinctively slowed down.

They just felt that these equally green human canned goods were just too awful to bear.

With a battle roar, the salamanders concentrated their strength, bracing one foot against their rear and the other against the pressure, while simultaneously tilting their entire weight forward. Instantly, the shield wall forced the green tide to retreat.

The green-skinned orcs that kept pouring in from behind were desperately pushing their brethren against the fire lizard's shield wall.

Immediately, many heavily armored leaders had no choice but to use their own flesh and blood to break through the disintegration field on the storm shield.

This scene can only be described as flesh and bones turning to dust. Even the toughest skin and bones can only be ground into ashes when they encounter a disintegrating force field.

The pitiful howls of the heavily armored leader only fueled the fighting spirit of the fire lizards.

Guilliman raised his Crimson Sword high, drawing all the warriors' fighting spirit into himself.

A powerful aura surged into the sky, forcefully forcing back and dispersing the green-skinned orc's frenzied waaagh!

(End of this chapter)