This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 230 Tarachin: I surrender! (7.5k double reward at the end of the month, please give me some monthly votes)

Since landing on this planet, Gorbash has been fighting on the battlefield for decades.

Before that, he was nothing more than a dueling slave in the dark city of Comoros.

When an Eldar prophet bought slaves from slave owners and granted them freedom, Gorbash had to question his motives.

However, the prophet sent it back to the wildlands of the galaxy, telling it that it must raise an army to cross the galaxy and participate in a war far larger than it could ever have imagined.

Therefore, Gorbash came to the green-skinned tribe on this barbaric planet, used his strong body, honed through years of gladiatorial training, to kill the old tribal chief, and then led the tribe into the galaxy, craving more battles and bloodshed.

Then we got stuck at our first destination for almost a hundred years.

Now, the situation on the battlefield is completely beyond its expectations.

Where did these shrimps come from as reinforcements? And what's the story behind the reports from the frontline lads about the boss's killer?

With a cunning mind at work, Gorbash quickly reconstructed the battlefield situation.

The shrimps that suddenly appeared planned to behead them; they didn't want to continue this pointless tug-of-war.

And that is the natural target.

"How did you guys find us? I just painted a ring of purple paint on the exterior."

The moment the stealthy young officer uttered his words, Gorbash's gloomy gaze silenced him.

They've long since outgrown the stage of needing paint to cover things up. Do you think painting a little purple paint will make a building invisible?
"Perhaps my skills are not yet proficient. The shrimp's bombardment is too awful. I've been paying too much attention to the more powerful and domineering mechs lately."

"I don't think this has anything to do with how we locate our position."

The greens were actually quite puzzled. These battle-hardened leaders were all wondering how the shrimps had located their command center.

'Those tribal boys are fools, not cunning at all.'

It gradually lost patience and raised its hand to silence everyone.

Woo——Boom!

A huge flame rose from the ground, and the leaders covered their heads. Gorbash watched quietly, then suddenly pulled a green-skinned prophet in front of him.

puff!
The claws pierced straight through his chest, and the tips, still embedded in his body, hooked the green-skinned prophet's head.

"I can smell the bean sprouts."

Gorbash destroyed the green-skinned prophet's skull.

Then it stood up, appearing remarkably calm among the group of somewhat puzzled boys.

It looked toward the fortress's path; life in the Comoros had taught it cunning, making it clear that recklessness would only ruin its future.

But this does not mean that Gorbash will be afraid of challenges.

The blood of a duelist begins to boil.

The body was tossed aside, and the light in the green-skinned creature's eyes had already faded.

Gorbash swung his arms, constantly fidgeting with his joints, and strode out of the command hall, his claws outstretched.

"Come on, kids, let's crush the enemy!"
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Something's not right.
Inside the ancient junk, Arthur slowed his pace, his black straight sword still dripping blood.

Within an hour of storming the Greenskin Fortress, he led his decapitation squad in a highly efficient killing spree, employing harassment tactics to the fullest extent, and had already eliminated hundreds of high-level units within the fortress.

The number of basic combat units was countless.

"what happened?"

Chang Wei slowed down with his men, their bodies beneath the living metal armor breathing slightly, but their eyes were filled with excitement.

Under Arthur's leadership, the combined forces suffered only a dozen or so casualties, yet eliminated nearly twenty times more enemies of the same level.

"."

Arthur didn't speak. He turned his head and glanced at Chang Wei, feeling as if something was watching him intently.

He had sensed something was wrong a long time ago.

However, he still couldn't quite pinpoint where this emotion came from.

"Hey, the undercover agent failed, so I can't give you a specific location."

Ramses's complaints rang out.

"The green-skinned LAN is still too advanced; even the Eldar can't install it for long."

"Ramesses".

Signaling the team to be on alert, the Dreadwing forces began destroying the movable structures inside the fortress to prevent the surrounding buildings from suddenly closing in and crushing them like persimmons, Arthur said.

"I sensed a feeling of being watched, not quite like a green-skinned dog."

"Ah, this must just be a battlefield illusion."

Ramses supplemented his companions with details using other psionic perspectives.

"Don't go too deep into the fortress. The internal structure is beyond what can be stopped by destroying the parts. The troops outside will be annihilated quickly without their leader's command. The leaders will come out on their own."

"Now that Arthur mentions it, I have a similar feeling."

Karna's voice rang out at just the right moment.

"Then it's not an illusion."

Ramses' expression turned serious, and he then said to Karna:

"I'll provide the overall information; Karna, you help me review the situation and find the people."

Asura doesn't interact with the subspace, so what he feels is more of a nervous reaction, but Karna is different.

The intuition of angels, a pure subdimensional metaphysics, is far more precise than the neural responses of science.

"Master Ya, you need to resolve this matter as soon as possible. Don't let your guard down. I suspect the Mechanic Church is up to something."

"Ah."

Arthur nodded, picked up his black sword, and strode away.

As the view swept into the distance, hundreds of meters away, the unique roar of the green-skinned car rang out.

The towering berserker took the lead, and Arthur also chose to advance at the same moment.

"Stay put, prioritize clearing out the remaining enemies, and retreat as needed."

"What about you?"

Seeing those dense green cars, Chang Wei asked.

"I can come back anytime."

Arthur replied.

Based on a series of encounters, it was determined that the enemy was quite vigilant and adept at using feint attacks.

He had roughly figured out the other party's habits: they were cunning and pursued high efficiency. Now it was time to wait for the other party to make their move.

Arthur gave a tactical hand signal, indicating to the Dark Angels to be alert to changes in their surroundings, and then proceeded alone.

“waaaagh!”

The green-skinned creatures with bloodshot eyes pounced forward, and the Human Alliance's living metal armored forces also fired Gaussian rays at the opportune moment.

call out--

A series of screams erupted from these heavily armored behemoths. The first few fell to the ground instantly, but most of them circled around from the sides, protected by the WA field, which reduced the damage from the Gauss weapons.

Powered by its armor, it stomped on the ground and lunged at Arthur through the air.

A bunch of suicidal beasts.

Arthur didn't dodge. He kicked away a green-skinned creature that was approaching him and had lost the protection of the WA force field, which directly disintegrated most of its body. The flying metal fragments flew like shotgun pellets, and the black sword followed closely behind and slashed down.

puff!
Blood splattered all over him, and several heads flew into the air. He twisted his right hand, wielding the black sword and sweeping it horizontally, slicing a special forces leader disguised as an ordinary big guy in half. He then raised his left hand to block in front of his chest.

A foul-smelling gust of wind swept in, and a huge man with a mouthful of powerful steel teeth pounced, trying to bite off his head.

laugh!
With a slight exertion of his arm, he sliced ​​off half of the opponent's head before the jaw could close.

The original's numerical values ​​are still reliable.

After shaking off the brain tissue from his arm armor, Arthur continued to block the passageway.

There were many enemies, but the fully unleashed Gauss weapon swept past the knights, leaving these top warriors with no way to strike.

Gradually, these big guys who had suffered huge casualties did not change their tactics, but instead attacked with even more vigor.

“waaaagh!”

As the sword slashed down again, Arthur turned his head and noticed a gigantic green-skinned creature, completely black, tearing through the steel and leaping out beside the main force.

It's clear that the opponent is cunning, using cannon fodder to draw attention while the truly powerful ones choose to flank and ambush from behind.

Clang!
The sword blade slashed down, severing a head.

boom!
The heavy shields and sharp blades clashed, sparks flying, illuminating their predominantly black armor.

“waaaagh!!!???”

The originally furious roar suddenly became somewhat off-key, as if expressing Gorbash's doubts.

How did this big guy get back?
Just as it was about to launch its attack, it raised its paw and saw the warrior holding a long sword waiting for it, and instinctively froze for a moment.

In an instant, it unfurled the chainsaw on its arm, and the blade, gleaming with a faint golden light, revealed its sharpness from the blind spot.

dead!
He stopped, then thrust forward. As if he had practiced it a million times, Arthur's attack was not delayed in the slightest.

The air cut by the sword blade radiated scorching heat, which caused the hair on Sgug's head to bend. Gorbash's tall body displayed unprecedented agility as he dodged half a step to the side.

But then the blade that had pierced its chest twisted and swept horizontally towards its neck. Boom—

The exploding sparks engulfed the two, and then they were blasted to pieces by the shockwave. Gorbash was thrown several meters away, his scarlet eyes slightly narrowed, and he felt as if his strength had diminished.

Something is wrong!
Arthur was also thrown back half a step by the reaction force, but he nimbly used the force to turn around, leaving a trail of sparks in an arc.

clang! ! !
The sword blade slammed heavily into the claws, and the all-black orc hastily parried.

A burning pain shot through his body, but his vision was filled with a clear figure. Behind him were the eager and fervent gazes of countless bosses. He forced himself to stand firm, but before he could retaliate, another whooshing sound entered his ears.

Clang——

The straight sword was drawn, bypassing the embers and claws, and with a soft thud, it pierced through the jaw and into the entire head.

Arthur twisted his hand, intending to split Gorbash's head in two from the middle, but suddenly felt something and fell flat on the ground in an instant.

With a few crisp sounds, the wall behind Arthur was disintegrated, and the area that was bombarded was turning into particles that could not be detected by the naked eye at a visible speed.

Do you think you're the only one with a guard?
"Protect His Highness!"

Kai took the lead, guiding the members of the Crown Order to press forward and block the subsequent attacks of the leaders.

Arthur crouched on the ground like a cheetah, thrusting his longsword against the ground and moving several meters to the side.

boom!
An invisible cannonball slammed into the ground, sending debris flying, and a red and black figure rushed out swiftly.

He was almost touching the ground, leaving a trail of fleeting sparks behind him.

Meanwhile, five or six psionic boys in the distance tried to lock onto the knight who seemed to teleport away, and unleashed their full power without hesitation.

Big shrimp? Go to hell!

boom! boom! boom!
The light illuminated the path, and a deep green orb of light exploded above Arthur's head, covering an area of ​​ten meters with countless deep green fangs.

That big mouth of a guy!

Arthur didn't have time to grab his shield. His iron boots sparked as he forced himself to stop, then twisted his waist and swung his sword backward.

Snapped!
The long whip and throwing axe were all knocked away. Time seemed to slow down in Arthur's perception. His eyes flickered and his figure flashed.

The broad blade of the black sword was held in front of his head.

Hey?
A shadow loomed over them, and the psionic boys stared in disbelief, unable to believe that their opponent had remained unharmed despite the psionic influence.

This, this too—

This is just too amazing!
"Quack! The boss assassin is coming! Retreat!"

"Damn kid, what are you talking about? You don't know anything!"

"To face such a powerful opponent, even death would be worth it!"

Clang! Puff!

A few sparks, a muffled thud, blood splattered on his body, and Arthur's gaze shifted to his left.

The whip, which had just been knocked away, coiled back like a snake, binding his right hand again and again, while the force continued to gnaw at his arm armor. Fortunately, the living metal repair module provided by the Human Alliance offered some assistance.

The arm armor was constantly being damaged and then repaired. Arthur took a half step back, taut his whip, and as they were struggling, he fired his gun directly in the direction the whip had come from.

boom!
The force suddenly decreased.

Arthur pulled with his right hand, dragging a tall, burly man in front of him. The man had been shot in the chest, and his bloodshot eyes were wide open, as if he was complaining that his opponent was too cunning and treacherous.

Arthur glanced at him, then thrust his shoulders forward, crouching beneath the corpse, and charged forward.

“waaaagh!”

"repent!"

The sounds of the chaotic battle continued, and green impacts came from another direction. Arthur still did not choose to dodge, but passed right through those impacts.

"This big shrimp"

Gorbash saw the knight emerge from the dust, using his hands to glue his half-split head back together, his claws trembling slightly.

The corpse in front of Arthur was riddled with thorns like a hedgehog, and he himself was also pierced by the light spear, but he still moved forward, facing the light spear and crossbow bolts head-on.

Gorbash, however, felt a rare sense of fear. The eager gazes of the boys did not give it any excitement, the roars on the battlefield did not bring it any joy, and even the roars of the second brother no longer enveloped it.

This made it feel fear.

Gorbash slashed down with his claws, the air twisting rapidly, but before they could hit, Arthur kicked the corpse in the abdomen. His ears rang, and the corpse exploded into a shower of flesh several meters in front of him.

The blood mist obscured the view for a moment.

A moment later, a dark trajectory pierced through the middle!
With a single sword in hand, Arthur rushed to the enemy in the blink of an eye.

The Black Knight raised his sword high.

Several gang leaders who had killed their opponents and approached were so intimidated that they instinctively retreated.

The pitch-black Gorbachev came head-on.

The distorted air and the rushing blood mist mingled as Arthur's knees touched the ground, propelling him forward. The two cutters, caught off guard, quickly bent down to slash, but the knight's straight sword pierced the ground, and he bounced up onto the heads of the two greenskins as if on stilts.

This…

Arthur looked down at the two large men who had raised their heads, their eyes filled with horror.

The knight remained silent, crushing their gazes and skulls together before straightening his black sword and slashing down.

wow-

Concentrating all his strength on one point, and using gravity and inertia, the black sword collided with the claws. The black sword slashed along Gorbash's body from his left shoulder to his crotch.

Blood splattered everywhere as Arthur raised his hand, and before the Gauss weapon hidden on the opponent's shoulder could fire, his left-hand incendiary gun was already close enough to engage.

boom--

A mutilated head flew through the chaotic battlefield, blood gushing like a fountain.

Then, the knight instinctively looked at the Human Alliance Imperial Guards who were providing fire support.

It's happening again, that feeling.
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"hiss."

Tarachin noticed the gaze that seemed to pierce through time and space, and quickly leaned back, then steadied the binoculars with one hand.

Then he put down the binoculars, rubbed his eyes, and recalled everything that had happened before.

He's really dead, completely and utterly dead.

The green skin's wa energy was not utilized at all.

What exactly is this?
"Your Highness, the fortress's air defenses are ineffective, but it can support the Stormbirds' relocation."

Evka's voice rang out.

Ravenwing was not good at attacking fortifications, so after separating from Deathwing, it focused on destroying the defensive structures exposed on the outside of the fortress.

"well done."

Arthur, sword in hand and covered in blood, stood atop a pile of enemy corpses and spoke.

"Your Highness, the annihilation mission has been completed."

Gareth and Kay, having finished their work, approached. Behind them were the soldiers who had collected their comrades' belongings and regrouped.

"Well done, First Legion soldiers."

Arthur removed his helmet and saluted the dark angels.

"Take a short rest, prepare yourselves, for war still awaits us."

Ramses has already found out who was spying on them.

"I will obey Your Highness's command!"

Standing amidst the corpses, Kai took a breath. His wildly beating heart had not yet calmed down; instead, it became even more rapid.

He looked up at the sky, where the stormbirds, preparing to carry them to the next battlefield, were approaching.
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"Damn it, these heretics, these idiots who should be executed!"

"Forging the city," Krieg cursed as he looked at the harmonious scene before him.

The harmonious and efficient communication between the two parties gave him an unprecedented sense of urgency, but when this urgency exceeded his current capabilities, all that followed was anger.

The anger of not being able to achieve one's goals.

"Solemnas, I command you to immediately launch an orbital bombardment."

"I don't care what methods you use, even if you ram it with your cruiser, I want you to escalate the conflict."

"Solemnas, please respond."

"Solemnas!"

"."

The communication system was filled with the roar of the Great Sage of Forging, but Tarasin was not in the mood to pay much attention to him.

He looked at the Stormbird hovering in the air and the Valkyrie circling overhead.

He didn't know how he was exposed, nor how the other party discovered him.

But the large-caliber machine gun pointing at him from below the Stormbird, the ground-to-ground missile locked onto his position by the Valkyrie, and the stasis bomb that had already hit his face all proved one thing.

He got caught.

“I am Solemnas, I am the apprentice of Krick, the great sage of Martian forging, I am the excavator and controller of the underground ruins.”

The scepter radiated energy, blocking the invasion of the static field. Not wanting to be sent away so easily, Tarasin raised his hands and shouted to the descending stormbirds:
"I surrender!"

(End of this chapter)