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

Chapter 786 The Green-Skinned Orcs Reap What They Sow (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Most of the Space Marines under Guilliman's command were upgraded Astartes from the original Forged.

Thanks to the enhancement of the tendon coils and the Hymn pituitary gland, these Proto-Forged Space Marines have experienced a significant improvement in explosive power and endurance compared to the Firstborn.

But even the original Space Marines had no advantage when facing these berserk, heavily armored Orc leaders.

Although Astartes was enhanced, the green-skinned orcs also grew larger and stronger during the war to unify the ghoul stars, becoming closer to their ancestral form.

This is the simplest, most brutal, and most bloody contest.

Countless orc giants paid the ultimate price, managing to build a high ground paved with green-skinned corpses in front of the shield wall formed by fire lizards.

The heavily armored leader, charging up from behind, roared as it trampled the corpses of its own kind into a pulp, and using its superior position, forcefully smashed through the fire lizard's shield wall.

Even the towering Son of Vulcan could only look up at these savage mountains of flesh. They were so strong, with endless brute force surging from their bulging green muscles, propelling the salamanders backward step by step.

"Adjust the defensive formation, release some pressure locally, and let them come over!"

"Everyone, retreat in an orderly manner, cover each other!"

Guilliman's voice echoed in the ears of every Astartes, and the Primarch's timely command gave the Space Marines a sense of direction.

Upon receiving the order, the salamanders in the center of the shield wall immediately began to retreat and shrink to both flanks as instructed.

If you stand on high ground overlooking the battlefield, you will see that the human shield wall defense line gradually changed from the original "I" shape to a "V" shape, in order to relieve the enormous pressure on the green-skinned orcs.

The surging green tide instantly tore through the defenses, pouring into the human positions through the weakest points. These sturdy and strong green-skinned orcs followed the green tide, charging forward recklessly.

But that's exactly what Guilliman wanted to see.

The salamander warriors were not in a rout; they formed a funnel-like formation, keeping most of the green-skinned orcs at bay, with only a small portion of the orcs able to break into the position.

The orcs instinctively moved toward the gap in the middle, but what awaited them was a barrage of attacks from the Sentinel Ironmen.

The gap left by the fire salamander was just wide enough for five or six heavily armored bosses to pass side by side.

Meanwhile, the Salamander Space Marines flanking the Orks were constantly using their bomb guns and long-range flamethrowers to quickly weaken and harass them.

Seeking only to wound the enemy, not to annihilate them, they were like a giant millstone, slowly crushing the green-skinned orcs' offensive.

Under the Primarch's command, every Astartes and Sentinel Ironman on the battlefield is not a separate individual, but a whole united by a single rope.

When Space Marines are united as one, their combat power is several times greater than when they are scattered.

The heavily armed leaders who managed to reach the breakthrough point through artillery fire were all covered in wounds and scars, their initial frenzied spirit completely worn away.

Yet their ferocity remained undiminished; their brownish-yellow fangs, shattered by artillery fire, were riddled with jagged, broken pieces, and beneath their dark green skin torn by shrapnel, their bulging, savage muscles writhed and twisted incessantly.

Green-skinned orcs possess excellent resistance to ranged weapon damage thanks to the waaagh energy within them, since waaagh energy is essentially just a special kind of psionic energy.

Despite the raging gunfire, the green-skinned orcs continued their tenacious advance.

It's hard to imagine that such a monstrous creature exists in the world. Most of the time, human long-range weapons face situations where damage overflows.

However, these monsters and orcs can withstand far more damage than the green-skinned beastmen recorded by humans.

As their injuries worsened, these heavily armed leaders responsible for the assaults became even more tyrannical.

They chanted the names of Mao Zedong and Kirk, vowing to teach humanity a bloody lesson.

The rocket launcher welded to the shoulder of the heavily armored leader suddenly ignited, and the green assault gun, billowing with foul black smoke, hurtled straight at the sentry iron man in front of him.

They wanted to blast these iron lumps to their knees. The Sentinel Ironmen had killed too many green-skinned orcs, which had driven them into a rage and hatred.

However, this attack pattern that uses explosive shockwaves to cause damage is not a significant threat to the Sentinel Iron Man, who can absorb kinetic energy and convert it into his own energy.

The ironman's breastplate at the front popped open its honeycomb-shaped launch port, and six molten bombs exploded in the gaps between the orc's armor—the temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees instantly turned the four greenskins into charred skeletons.

Both sides were only on the offensive and not on the defensive, exchanging firepower for casualties.

But the fifth, heavily armored leader used the remains of his comrades as a shield and swung his chainsaw-studded mace down with a deafening roar.

Even with the weight and stability of the Sentinel Iron Man, it was instantly sent flying.

The living metal body cracked with spiderweb-like patterns upon impact, and the Sentinel Iron Man's hydraulic joints emitted a screeching grinding sound.

The war machine suddenly activated its anti-gravity module, flipping through the air against the weight of the orcs.

As the leader was flung into the air, the Iron Man's arms extended rotating gravity hammers, smashing the several-ton green-skinned body into a meat patty in mid-air.

The flying metal fragments and entrails swept away the surging orc horde from behind like shotgun pellets.

If we disregard other factors, these green-skinned orcs are definitely a formidable and respectable opponent.

Their fighting spirit and combat effectiveness are impeccable, and their vitality is even more tenacious to an abnormal degree. They are biological weapons born for war.

If it weren't for the fact that humanity mobilized enough high-end combat power, coupled with the Primarch's command, it's hard to say whether they could have held out against the Greenskins' wave after wave of attacks.

If the Astartes were to participate in the battle, similar to the original Ash Claws, they would undoubtedly be slaughtered by these regressed green-skinned orcs without any upgrades or replacement of their power armor.

War is the best catalyst; both humans and orcs constantly strengthen and improve themselves in the process.

The Salamander Space Marines took the opportunity to rebuild their defenses.

Their flamethrowers created high-temperature plasma fire walls on both sides of the gap, burning the green-skinned people who tried to climb over the pile of corpses into charcoal.

Sudden bursts of flame erupted, easily burning flesh and blood to ashes.

The flesh and blood of these alien creatures burned in the flames, emitting a pungent stench.

Even as the orcs struggled in the flames, they did not forget to attack the humans, preferring to be burned alive rather than give up.

The technical sergeant detonated the microwave mines buried under the fungal carpet, and swathes of fluorescent mushrooms carbonized and collapsed in the electromagnetic pulse.

These fungi and mushrooms are part of the orc ecosystem, and their presence on the battlefield helps green-skinned orcs recover their strength more quickly.

However, the number of green-skinned orcs seemed endless, and after suffering heavy casualties, they eventually broke through the human's firepower.

Mountains of flesh, wielding massive, savage weapons capable of smashing tank armor, charged toward the Astartes.

The earth trembled violently, as if it were a sign of an impending super earthquake.

The enemy is issuing a melee challenge; how can the Space Marines refuse?
"They want to fight us in close combat? Then bring it on!" Guilliman shouted, brandishing his Crimson Sword and boosting the morale of his men.

The Ultra Warriors felt their Gene Fathers gazing at them with burning eyes.

This is more effective for them than any encouragement or motivation.

No Space Marine wants to lose face in front of the Primarch, especially with cousins ​​like the Salamanders and Midnight Lords watching from the battlefield.

The Ultra Warriors drew their power swords and activated the shimmering disintegration field.

In an instant, blinding blue arcs of electricity flashed one after another, their sharp edge enough to terrify even the most powerful enemy.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized; thousands of Astartes moved as one unified whole, forming ranks step by step and entering the close-quarters battlefield.

Guilliman himself took the lead, standing at the forefront of the Ultramarines, serving as the sharpest spearhead.

For a moment, the noise from the powered weapons and chainsaws, combined with the orderly footsteps of the soldiers, created an awe-inspiring and powerful atmosphere.

The salamanders Astartes flanked and protected the area, delegating priority in the war to their cousins.

Although the soldiers of the 18th Army Corps were low-key and reserved, they were not ignorant of human relationships.

The Primarch of the Ultramarines is right here, so there's no need for them to make a point of showing off in front of Guilliman. They might as well do him a favor.

The heavy armored leaders stared fiercely at Guilliman, clearly having already identified who the leader of these human canned goods was.

Guilliman wore magnificent cobalt blue power armor, with the Imperial Eagle and the Ω insignia of the Thirteenth Legion gleaming.

The iron halo emanating from the power backpack accentuates the Primarch's massive size of over four meters, and coupled with its unique and imposing aura, it becomes an unmissable banner on the battlefield.

The orcs roared, eager to take Guilliman's head so they could be the new leaders.

But the Primarch's figure was one step ahead, disappearing from the orcs' sight.

It happened so fast, so fast that even the most experienced green-skinned orcs didn't see how Guilliman disappeared.

Guilliman leaped into the air, seemingly defying gravity, and landed on top of the green-skinned orcs.

Before the orc giant could raise his weapon to block, a perfect leaping slash had already landed, cleaving the tallest and most imposing heavily armored leader in the enemy group in two from head to tail.

The Crimson Sword, a weapon suitable for close-quarters combat, inevitably proves somewhat inadequate against enemies with thick skin, high attack, and high defense.

After all, on the battlefield, an inch longer means an inch more advantage, and the green-skinned orcs' weapons are longer than the Space Marines' power swords, giving them a natural advantage.

However, Guilliman was, after all, the Primarch, and he managed to make up for the shortness of his weapon by relying on his lightning-fast swordsmanship.

The blade pierced through the bones, and the electric arcs released by the decomposition force field burned the orc's internal organs to ashes.

A large number of green organs fell to the ground with a clatter, and the heavily armored leader immediately screamed and died.

The heavily armored leader killed by Guilliman was not an orc warlord, and the other greenskin orcs did not experience a collapse in morale.

They came straight for Guilliman, unleashing a barrage of power claws, axes, and hammers, relying solely on brute force rather than skill.

Guilliman parried left and right, because the green-skinned orcs were so huge that at most only seven or eight orc giants could gang up on him at once.

For Guilliman, being outnumbered was nothing.

There is a world of difference between the two sides, even in terms of their neural reaction speed.

In Guilliman's eyes, while the green-skinned orcs possessed astonishing brute strength, their speed and teamwork were woefully inadequate.

The Crimson Dagger is composing a death symphony.

The arc of light generated by the decomposition force field deftly swept past those massive orc weapons, without directly clashing with them, but precisely grazing their rough and ugly giant heads.

The Hand of Domination continuously unleashed deadly bombs. This powerful weapon, usable at both close and long range, could also be used as a power punch, easily shattering the orc's armor.

In the blink of an eye, the eight heavily armed leaders were either beheaded, had their brains pierced through their eye sockets, or were blasted to pieces by the Hand of Domination, all of them perished.

"For Macurag!"

"For the Six Hundred Worlds of Ottara!"

The victorious army followed the Primarch, tearing a bloody path through the enemy lines. Their assault shields formed mobile fortresses, their rotating serrated edges shredding the orcs' knees.

Whenever a large green-skinned orc is forced to kneel, the Ever Victorious Army's bomb guns are pressed against his temples for a close-range execution.

In the eyes of the orcs, Guilliman, with his gleaming golden crown and fluttering crimson cloak, surrounded by the haphazardly laid corpses of his heavily armored lords, appeared as an invincible war god, unstoppable.

Although they were brave and ruthless, they were not stupid and naturally knew that their opponents were not on the same level as them.

"Damn, this blue behemoth is amazing! He wiped out so many of our super-heavy armored bosses in one go!"

"Going there would be suicide. We need stronger reinforcements, otherwise we'll be a complete disaster!"

"Where is Boss Schwarzenegger? We need him!"

"Big guys fight big guys, green-skinned warlords fight small-time warlords, that's fair!"

The green-skinned orcs began to shout and yell in their own language, but Guilliman wasn't going to waste time with them. He grabbed his Crimson Sword and charged forward.

The heavily armored leader suffered heavy losses, and the green-skinned orcs, seeing the situation was dire, immediately began to retreat.

They are cunning by nature and would never die in vain.

They rushed forward desperately because they believed that humans only had an advantage due to long-range firepower and that they could kill these canned goods as soon as they got close.

But Guilliman's formidable fighting prowess frightened them, and the orcs abandoned their idea of ​​engaging in close combat and risking their lives.

They pushed more Golem King Kong and Mao Golem King Kong, as well as some smaller ancient giants, to the front of the battlefield to resist the human attack.

Human assault forces lack sufficient vehicle units; the orcish underworld is simply unsuitable for combat with units like knights and mechs.

Therefore, humans mainly rely on Sentinel Iron Men for heavy firepower support.

The massive, monstrous King Kong rumbled into view.

Guilliman cursed under his breath, and led his soldiers to retreat to a place with cover.

They even went so far as to pile up the corpses of those massive, dead orcs and use them as fortresses.

The green-skinned orc's "Gorgeous King Kong" is the very embodiment of a fear of insufficient firepower.

Their bodies were haphazardly crammed with artillery weapons of various calibers, and they were now firing wildly at the human army.

The orcs' fierce firepower even forced the Space Marines to keep their heads down for a time. The green-skinned orcs didn't seem to care that carrying so much ammunition might cause them to be blown to bits by their own weapons before they could even finish off the enemy.

The orc technicians laughed maniacally as they hid inside the Golem King Kong, controlling these behemoths to launch devastating bombardments on humanity.

When the orc face relief on Mao Ge King Kong's chest opens its blood-red maw, what spews out is not flames, but infrasound waves with powerful penetrating force.

They've figured it out: to deal with humans' "iron cans," they need more powerful armor-piercing weapons.

Sonic weapons are more effective than armor-piercing projectiles.

Three salamander warriors who were unable to dodge were hit by the infrasonic blast.

Even though the power armor had reduced most of the damage, the modified and enhanced body still turned into boiling blood mist and collapsed to the ground, its fate unknown.

The other Space Marines immediately dragged the Battle Brothers back. With the protection of the Belisarius Forge, as long as they weren't instantly killed, they could most likely be saved.

"Your Majesty, these green-skinned orcs are fucking reckless!"

"If this plasma cannon gets blown up, they'll be the first ones to go to heaven."

The green-skinned orcs pushed out a massive plasma cannon mounted on a ground-based track from behind. Guilliman glanced at it and couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Back off, back off!"

"Precision firepower, take down that damn thing!"

Compared to the Green-skinned Orcs' plasma cannons, the plasma weapons mounted on the Sentinel Iron Man are laughably simple, like a water-splattering toy gun.

This thing is about twenty meters high and its length is so long that you can't see the end of it, like a train engine coming from the tracks.

Most of its space was allocated to a giant capacitor device that would astound even the sages of the Mechanicus.

The outer shell of this deadly weapon is densely wrapped with various magnetic coils, completely devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

The plasma cannon was frantically charging up its energy, and the brightness it emitted made it seem as if a sun was rising in this underground world.

The surrounding air was rapidly heated, and the farts and orc boys pushing the ground-based railcar were instantly roasted into cooked mushrooms.

A series of deep, rhythmic electromagnetic pulses echoed, making even the green-skinned orcs feel an unbearable burning sensation in their chests, as if they were being directly heated by microwaves from a distance.

With a sinister grin, Da Ji Ba pressed the start button, and the plasma cannon roared into action.

An incredibly bright plasma beam tore through the darkness, melting through the metal ruins that served as cover.

The sturdy alloy didn't even last a second before turning into molten metal everywhere.

Plasma sparks flew everywhere, and when they landed on the Space Marines' power armor, they were charred black as if they had been hit by an industrial welding machine.

These orcs' outrageous weapons felt incredibly hot even to the fire lizards who were used to the terrifying heat of Nocturne.

Even with the protection of tactical goggles, Guilliman was so dazzled that his eyes hurt unbearably, and for a moment he even saw phantoms.

When he regained his sight and checked the battlefield again, he found that four Sentinel Iron Golems had been vaporized by the Orc's attack.

These powerful war machines were reduced to mangled bodies, their shattered weapons mostly melted away, and even the energy-absorbing mutant abilities couldn't withstand the onslaught.

This level of damage has clearly exceeded the limits of the self-healing ability of living metal, rendering these iron men unusable.

Most of the Astartes hid behind the Sentinel Iron Men and were not directly hit.

However, judging from the Sentinel Iron Man's miserable state, even the Star-type Terminator Armor could not withstand the attack of the plasma cannon.

The human assault force unleashed numerous Deathstrike missiles, but as they approached the orcs' plasma cannons, they were once again blocked by a troublesome waaagh energy shield.

The plasma cannon adjusted its angle and began to drain the reactor's energy once more, unleashing another devastating shot that landed on the human position.

This time, not everyone was so lucky. Several Midnight Lords hiding in the shadows were hit head-on and their power armor turned to ashes.

Just as Guilliman was about to charge forward and destroy the enemy's plasma cannon at close range with a molten bomb, a commotion suddenly broke out behind the green-skinned orcs.

Several heavily armored green-skinned orc leaders unleashed their firepower directly at the massive capacitor behind the plasma cannon.

The destructive metal shells smashed the capacitors and tore apart the seemingly disordered electromagnetic coils.

Immediately afterwards, these heavily armored leaders sprinted frantically in the opposite direction, leaving the other green-skinned orcs around them dumbfounded.

"A traitor? There's a traitor among us?"

"How is this possible? How could the kid who messed with Brother Mao possibly betray us?"

"That bastard from which clan is he? A traitor!"

This left not only the green-skinned orcs completely baffled, but even the humans were incredulous at what was happening before their eyes.

It should be noted that in human knowledge and records, there has never been a record of betrayal by a savage alien race like the green-skinned orcs.

During the Orc civil war, although some greenskins might defect to other leaders, they would never betray their race during inter-racial wars.

Even the most brutal torture could not break its spirit.

A large orc fired angrily at the traitors, the raging flames burning their skin, but there were no painful howls or instinctive dodges.

The heavily armored leader, burned by the flames, seemed to have his suit melted away, burning and falling off rapidly to reveal an unidentified object with a metallic sheen underneath.

Once the leather suits were burned away, what was revealed were several disguised Ash Claw Space Marines.

Realizing they had been exposed, they frantically dodged left and right across the battlefield, while the green-skinned orcs chased after them angrily, roaring that they would tear them to pieces.

They were fooled!

"Damn it, this is a huge mess."

Zoe, the curator of the Ash Claws' think tank and chapter leader, felt as if her two modified hearts were about to leap out of her chest.

"Boom boom boom!"

The green-skinned orcs were infuriated by these Ash Claws, those pesky human lurkers who had assassinated several heavily armored leaders without anyone knowing.

Then they emptied the orcs' internal organs, stuffed themselves inside, and infiltrated the group disguised as orcs.

While this might sound extremely improbable, it might not be entirely impossible for orcs.

Each of the super-heavy armored leaders has a massive, mountain-like physique, and they recklessly install all sorts of permanent mechanical modifications on their bodies.

Depending on their individual preferences, these green-skinned orcs undergo vastly different modifications. Often, those who are over-modified will exhibit neurotic convulsive symptoms.

Some burly orcs are taciturn, while others are neurotic and attack anyone they see. If one day a burly orc suddenly changes his personality, it is perfectly normal.

This also gives humans the opportunity to exploit loopholes; as long as the time isn't too long, they can usually fake it for a while.

Zoe and several of her fellow fighters originally intended to use this infiltration method to get close to the infiltrator warlord Schwarzenegger.

However, due to the impact of the Primarch's arrival, he had no choice but to be deployed to the battlefield along with the other super-heavy armored leaders.

Seeing that the orcs' secret weapon had begun attacking the human positions, they no longer bothered to hide and simply attacked and destroyed the plasma cannon.

However, the green-skinned orcs had only chased after it for a short distance when the plasma cannon, which had been ambushed, completely lost control.

Technician Kid and Tech Master Einstein were sweating profusely as they tried to control the situation, but plasma itself was one of the most dangerous types of weapons, and even if Tech Master Einstein himself came, he would be helpless against it.

And so, in the instant that the overheated plasma capacitor went completely out of control, a fireball brighter than the sun shot into the sky.

The underground world of the green-skinned orcs was suddenly illuminated, and then the dust kicked up by the shockwave, along with the torn orcs and debris, merged into the mushroom cloud and rose into the sky.

In an instant, a large number of giant monsters and smaller ancient junk were overturned to the ground by the shockwave, and some even rolled rapidly on the ground.

The plasma flames instantly vaporized thousands of green-skinned orcs, while the large green-skinned men at the edge of the kill zone were charred black and emitted a strong, foul stench of denatured proteins.

In just one move, more than two hundred heavily armed veterans were killed in action, dozens of Gomako were reduced to rubble once again, and the mechanics inside were blasted into mincemeat.

Guilliman was overjoyed; Zoe and the Ash Claws had given him a wonderful surprise!
If that giant cannon continues to wreak havoc, they will pay the price with many more precious lives.

Zoe took this opportunity to escape the pursuit of the green-skinned orcs, and he looked back at the orcs' miserable state with lingering fear.

If they had run any slower, they might have been among the people lying scattered on the ground, the instigators of this tragedy.

"Well done, you green bastards!"

A veteran of Ash Claws laughed maniacally, tears streaming down his face beneath his helmet as he laughed.

"Chief of the Gilling Warband, did you see that? We killed so many green-skinned orcs."

“We will never forget this hatred. Only when we slaughter the entire ghoul orc empire and kill that Kork orc will it be quelled.”

The long-standing feud between the Ashclaws and the Greenskin Orcs has reached a point of no return.

Guilliman, of course, would not let go of this fighter created by the Ash Claws.

After the green-skinned orcs fell into chaos, he immediately led the Astartes in an attack.

The Sentinel Ironmen charged toward the Greenskinned Orcs, their arms transforming into chainsaws, swiftly and efficiently delivering relief to the struggling Greenskins on the ground.

"Although these orcs have been enhanced and amplified by Kork, they still find it difficult to change their savage nature."

"They are naturally drawn to stronger, more powerful, and more domineering weapons, like the newly launched plasma cannon, but they instinctively ignore the threats and harm these weapons may pose to them."

Guilliman used his Hand of Domination to precisely target elite orcs, his killing efficiency surpassing that of any human sniper on the battlefield.

One after another, the heads of the heavily armored leaders were blown off, and at the same time, he was thinking about the problems exposed by these green-skinned orcs.

If any human officer dared to deploy such an extremely dangerous weapon in the midst of his troops, his only fate would be to be executed on the spot by the political commissar.

Some of the less wounded orcs began to regroup, and the orcs staggered to their feet again, launching a counterattack in Guilliman's direction.

The Primarch turned to the side, using his toughest shoulder armor and energy shield to meet the enemy.

Heavy shells bombarded Guilliman, producing only crackling noises, but failing to harm the Primarch's main body.

Guilliman rushed behind Googler, grabbed the mechanical monster's body with one hand, and then unleashed a burst of powerful energy.

The force squeezed from the muscles and bones, amplified by the power armor's assist system, forcefully pinned Gogo King Kong to the spot and then shifted its center of gravity.

Guilliman kicked the opponent's pivot point, knocking him to the ground again.

The Crimson Sword met the falling head of the Golden Man, slicing it off. The orc's head inside was split in two and was now gushing blood.

Wrestling with King Kong had left Guilliman drenched in sweat, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

A Morgo King Kong appeared behind the Primarch, and just as it was about to launch a sneak attack, Grod and his Victorious Army had already pulled the trigger.

The molten metal cannon spewed out scorching thermonuclear matter, and these ultra-high temperature jets easily melted through the armor of the Mao Ge Kong, roasting the green-skinned orcs inside into cooked mushrooms.

The metal inside the armor melted and flowed out in thick black smoke.

It even contained some dark green flesh and blood of green-skinned orcs, constantly bubbling with hot black bubbles.

After being bombarded by the plasma cannon, the green-skinned orcs' defenses completely collapsed.

They could no longer organize any orderly resistance and could only let humans defeat them one by one.

The battle only came to a temporary end after Guilliman severed the head of the last super-heavyweight leader.

However, the Primarch was not too happy, as actual combat spoke volumes more than any report.

This assault force, personally led by him and supported by Sentinel Iron Men, was fighting so hard.

It is conceivable that other human forces would have to pay an even heavier price to achieve similar results.

"Let's rest here for a while. We need more heavy war vehicles and knight mechs to support us."

Guilliman also realized that his initial decision was indeed a bit impulsive.

The Lord of Limits believed that with his personal leadership, these few thousand Astartes would be enough to crush the green-skinned orcs of the underworld.

However, given the current situation, if this continues, the casualty rate at Astartes will increase significantly.

Guilliman wasn't embarrassed; he wasn't the kind of person like Lane who would stubbornly insist on being right even when he was wrong.

"Rosie, calling Rosie, this is Guilliman!"

"I need backup, repeat, I need backup!"

"Bring up all your best stuff, I'm going to teach these green-skinned orcs an even bigger lesson!"

(End of this chapter)