This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 515 Decapitation Offensive
The empire has already gained a certain degree of initiative.

As the Empire's main forces approached, the attack gradually shifted from a desperate, large-scale counterattack to a more meticulous campaign with a series of deeper objectives centered around ending the Greenskin Orc invasion.

The primary objective is to precisely target those who break bones.

The Primarch had come into the Primarch's view long before it itself appeared.

Led by Arthur, the Dark Angels fleet, with a great victory, carried out an extermination-like baptism of the Greenskin settlements around the Silver Heart. They even found the Bonecrusher's homeworld through a 'prophecy,' intending to eliminate this most representative leader of the post-Beast Age Greenskins at its root and to curb the rise of the Greenskin empires such as the Orctalius as much as possible.

But as a race highly bound to the warp, the resurgence of the Greenskins is as unpredictable as their performance on the battlefield.

Even after Huron responded to the Dawnwings' policy of exterminating dangerous aliens and maintained a high-intensity purge of Octarius, it was still difficult to stop the expansion of these greenskins.

Especially after the Zerg invasion, these Orks continued to spread rapidly in their fight against the Terran Hive fleet, forming a series of extremely threatening interstellar empires.

Secondly, there are the orc leaders, Goznik and Gimmead.

The former was Salaka's personal physician. It is said that Salaka's severe injuries during the Primarch's indiscriminate attack were repaired by this orc physician, allowing Salaka to achieve enlightenment between life and death, and become a great orc prophet. He then began to lead the Greenskins on the road back to Amegiddund.

The latter, Beast King, is said to be Salaka's personal master, the Archimedes of the orc world, and possibly one of the most intelligent orcs in the entire universe, ranking alongside Goznik as one of Bones' left and right protectors.

The Empire gradually confirmed the existence of this orc through continuous battles with the Greenskins. Apart from minor matters such as his improvement of the Ancient Giants, his greatest achievement so far is probably the enhancement of the orc teleporter.

It's important to understand that the teleportation technology of most races has a very limited effective range, at most only tens of thousands of kilometers. Dropping people down from the top of the atmosphere would be about the same, and even going to a satellite would be a huge problem.

However, the Orc Gimedes Improved Teleporter could accurately transport entire groups of Orcs from ships at the edge of the star system to the ground battlefield of Amegidodton, which is why the Orks directly occupied the Amegidodton subcontinent in the early stages of the war.

Special greenskin orcs like the Beast Kingmed pose the greatest threat to the Empire. Previously, due to the constraints of the current situation, the Empire had to prioritize threatening the core towns of the greenskins to tie down its forces and ensure its own survival, leaving little time to devote too much energy to these guys.

But now it's the humans' turn to put constant pressure on the greens.

While advancing the battlefront, various departments also gradually deployed necessary troops to decapitate these large orcs or tech giants. The air force's objective also shifted from targeting large war machines on the orc battlefield to all-round bombing of the greenskin core buildings and orc strongholds' gathering areas.

The intelligence was provided by the Assassins of the Assassin's Court, specifically by the assassins Calidus.

These genetically modified assassins, resembling shapeshifters, can infiltrate the Orks with the aid of psionic devices, providing the Empire with essential information and giving them the initiative in battlefield intelligence.

"We are about to reach the target area, Commander."

Following the report from the technical sergeant, Tushan stood up from his seat and, together with his brothers from the first company, went to the Stormbird's hatch.

Boom!

A tremor like an explosion shook the crew inside the cabin. Tu Shan stared intently ahead, waiting for the technical sergeant to press the emergency ejection button. The hatch exploded open with a bang as the hydraulic system propelled it, sending a large number of green-clad soldiers flying.

The salamanders filed out, along with the technical sergeants responsible for piloting them.

As a large vehicle equipped with the Void Shield, the Stormbird not only has a great advantage in atmospheric assaults, but its powerful engine and mass, which far exceeds that of the Thunderhawk, also give it great potential as an airdrop pod.

It allows for the deployment of more troops, is safer, and can even ensure that Astartes warriors can carry heavy vehicles, thus dominating airdrop pods like the Dreadclaw and Sirenclaw in terms of ecological niche.

The only downside is the price, but that's not a flaw in the weapon itself.

Click!

Dozens of Salamander Terminators, along with the Intelligent Fearless, took to the small, green command center.

Tushan, wielding a warhammer, charged ahead. The servo system built into his visor had already locked onto the enemy marked with a special symbol. His towering figure strode forward, but the force of his hips propelling his body forward caused his elbow to collide with the head of a heavily armored behemoth, instantly turning it into a bloody mess.

The flashes of the Disintegrating Weapons burst forth around him. These technologies, which had been recovered by the Primarch and were once created by the Lord of the Dragons, had long since returned to the Salamander Chapter thanks to the generous sharing of the Dawnwings, becoming a powerful tool in the fight against the psionic races.

Moreover, in this day and age, there are not only threats behind the veil of reality.

“waaaagh!”

The green-skinned leader roared, his body crackling with green psionic lightning, and lunged at Tushan.

Call ~
With the hammerhead igniting the furnace fire, Tushan wielded the warhammer, which held extraordinary significance for the warband, crushing the Greenskin leader's claws used for parrying. The warhammer, with immense force, smashed the Greenskin leader's head into his chest cavity, and then, under the relentless pressure, it exploded into fragments along with the Greenskin leader's power armor.

The fully armed fire dragon instantly killed its leader with unparalleled speed and power, facing the trembling greenskins with overwhelming force, as if the Astartes warriors, like the greenskins, were also enveloped in the WA field.

In an instant, they burned the Greenskin leader and his heavily armed guards to the ground before they could even react.

The salamanders quickly tallied the casualties, collected the gene seeds, and then moved to an open area.

And some orcs just swaggered along behind them.

The collaboration between the Assassin's Court and the Dawnwings has a long history. The Dawnwings do not have much prejudice against the Assassin's Court, and it seems that because the organization was founded by the hero Macardo, the Assassin's Court's Grand Mentors often possess a series of excellent qualities such as understanding the big picture and knowing when to advance and retreat. This has made the collaboration between the two sides quite pleasant.

Even Wongrich, whom most people consider a disgrace—the High Magister of the Assassin's Court who killed all the High Lords after the War of the Beasts, began to lead the Empire alone, eventually went mad, and was rectified by the Imperial Fist—was a restrained and moderate figure before witnessing the High Lords' incompetence.

This dramatic coup also directly demonstrates the niche of the Assassin's Court within the Highlords.

The Imperial Guard is above all else, and the Assassin's Court is above all else.

Because the Assassin's Court has always possessed the most secrets and the ability to kill all the high lords except the Imperial Guard, those who can reach the level of Grand Master and still maintain the balance of the Empire are all highly skilled.

Even now, as the High Lords of Terra have changed over the long years, the Grand Mentor of the Assassin's Court who connects with the Wings of Dawn is still the same one who directly connected with the Inquisitor of Aglaia during the Dawn Expedition.

This clearly demonstrates its high value.

In the current state of comprehensive cooperation, the biggest achievement of the collaboration between the two sides is the complete synchronization of the assassin organization's intelligence network and military system.

This gave the Imperial Army an extremely exaggerated information advantage on the dynamic battlefield, especially in the decapitation of important targets.

After those enemies, through a combination of luck and strength, ended the assassinations by the Assassins' Court, the raids by Astartes, and the bombardment by the bombing squadrons, they were met with a barrage of light spears falling from the sky.

After failing to get any help from the assassins, Tushan bid them farewell.

At the same time, he could hear reports from other companies.

As the war progressed to this stage, the fourth and fifth companies, which were in reserve, also entered the battlefield. His helmet was constantly receiving news of the fallen soldiers who had fought in the city. Undoubtedly, this battle was a great loss for their few combat members.

But it's all worth it to protect the people.

Tushan led his troops in repelling the sporadic attacks from the Greenskins in the open area, while simultaneously lighting a beacon and waiting.

Although the orcs launched fierce counterattacks against the Imperial forces using various means, and did indeed inflict considerable casualties on this guard, thus somewhat curbing the Imperial offensive, the losses inflicted on localized battlefields and the increasingly powerful fighting spirit gained by the greenskins could not solve the fundamental problem.

woohoo~
Smoke and clouds rushed towards me, blurring my vision briefly before clearing everything away.

Another Stormbird landed, opened its hatch, revealing a full load of weapons and equipment parts.

The salamanders filed in, replenishing their ammunition, repairing their armor, and heading to the next location.

hum~
During the brief moment of the cabin's ascent, Tushan inadvertently glanced out the window at the armored group of Greenskins that were beginning their carpet-bombing assault on the entire settlement area, now that their central system had been completely destroyed.

That is, the greens simply cannot stop the human offensive.
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The sheer scale of the attack sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.

They ravaged the Beast Gate, the defensive line that protected the northern and eastern sides of the Beast Warlords' fortress, sweeping away the fortress and turrets that had withstood the combined forces of the Sons of Dorne for thousands of years.

They transformed the area into a miasma-filled, muddy, and swirling swamp.

They slaughtered everything they could reach, and the green-skinned corpses, along with the spores they had spread before their deaths, were burned to ashes, becoming part of the underground organic minerals and mingling with the bonfires made of the bones of Imperial soldiers.

The Bonebreaker, Saqqara, the Greenskin Prophet, is ready for battle.

When the Greenskins saw the walls protecting them crumble, they cheered incoherently, surging forward like a blindly overflowing torrent. Most of the Greenskins didn't think about anything else; they were so caught up in the wild atmosphere of war that they couldn't understand the target of their attack or the crisis they were facing.

They neither knew that this was an ancient stronghold of beast warlords, the place where Vokan perished with the beasts, nor did they understand its high strategic value.

They don't care.

A thick city wall once trapped them, and they could only fight each other and figure out how to use the cleavers and cannons thrown out of the ground.

Now, the thick city walls have completely disappeared.

They can now move on, to ravage the next place, to kill even more things.

Seeing the Imperial Guards, who had broken through numerous defenses and were still as powerful as a flood, the orcs eagerly rushed towards them.

Such a powerful offensive is worth dying for.

But the Greenskins only need to think about killing people and dying, while the Bonecrushers have much more to think about.

Under the command of the Bonebreaker, the defenders of the Beast Gate contracted their lines and began to shrink the outer areas that were difficult to control. The Imperial army surged in and crushed those areas of resistance. While they were busy with this, the Bonebreaker directed all of the Beast Gate's wall cannons and tank formations to this area and launched a barrage of bombardments on the Imperial army.

However, the Imperial Army quickly retaliated.

Precise airstrikes and breakthroughs by elite troops quickly destroyed those strongpoints, followed by a massive armored onslaught of self-propelled artillery such as the Chimera and Lemanrus Destroyer.

The Greenskins barely survived the long and relentless bombardment.

Yesterday's front line has been transformed into a scorching wasteland today, a massive furnace of destruction, where no matter how you adjust your telescope to observe, you can hardly discern anything.

The Bonebreaker did not look out frequently, because at times it could clearly sense that, with the astonishing perception of increasingly modern reconnaissance systems, countless dense things would look back from the flames.

The relentless bombardment gradually covered many of the Greenskins themselves, but it also bought more time for the Bonecrushers.

The human advance was slowed, allowing the Bonebreaker and his warriors to do their best to bring the many Greenskins who had been scattered and fled during the offensive back to the Beast Gate for rearming.

But still not enough.

Countless green-skinned soldiers lost their lives; losses were occurring every minute and every second.

But how many humans are left?
The Bonebreaker looked at the data on the reconnaissance system.

Nearly 1.3 million
They have such a small number of people that they are not even enough to fight a normal global war, but considering the composition of the opposing forces, they are not to be ignored by any adversary.

As an orc, it inexplicably felt a sense of absurdity at that moment.

Because of its previous decision to try to control the intensity of the war and allow the Greenskins to continue to evolve during the war.

evolution?

So what if it evolves again?

The greens need to learn from endless wars and constantly unlock the power within their genes in order to become stronger and defeat their opponents.

And what about empires?

This race is much younger than any of the mainstream races that traverse the galaxy, yet it now dominates the vast and expansive galaxy.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~
Beside the Bonebreaker, countless sophisticated instruments, by Eldar standards, were trembling.

The metal, drawing power from the other side of the earth, began to tremble involuntarily, as if in fear, pounding the air around it and conveying the truth from afar.

It is telling the bone-crusher something.

All it takes is a change in mindset, optimization of the command system, and rational allocation of resources.

The Imperial Guard could ensure that every second, one of the enemy's defensive lines would fall, and in the following minutes, the unstoppable Imperial Guard would bring the final victory even closer.

Click~ Click~
That was the sound of terracotta shoe soles scraping against the metal floor.

The Bonebreaker heard everything clearly. Through the control system that Beast Gimmed had unearthed, which connected it to every battlefield around the fortress, it could hear a great many sounds.

It could hear the claws of those gray-blue cans scraping against the metal, and as the shrieks from the thrusters of those super-Warhawks continued to rise, it could still hear the telescopic hooks and claws tearing a path through the fine steel road.

Right here, within this fortress.

Why is that?
woohoo~
A fiery meteor, pulled by gravity, fell from the sky, shaking the atmosphere.

Against the light, the Bonebreaker looked at the shadows so close at hand, those incredibly clear outlines on the other side of the horizon.

The clouds were churning, like a giant wielding a warhammer, hammering at dough that was expanding and growing as it fermented.

Because humans are inherently that strong.

They were simply breaking free from the shackles that bound them, little by little.

(End of this chapter)