This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 516 I will form the head!

The Bone Crusher could hear the steel plates beneath his feet making a rumbling knocking sound.

It wasn't a part of the fortress's massive structure that was functioning; rather, something was climbing up the fortress's internal structure.

Space wolves are pouring in.

And then there are the shrimp, encased in iron shells, closely following the battle lines that have been torn apart by the Astartes' breakthroughs from all sides, like a group of gardeners smoothing out these uneven areas.

If the Space Wolves have already entered the core area of ​​the fortress, then it will be too late.

The battle was lost; time was not on the side of the Bonecrushers.

As they worked intently around the ancient Beast Palace, a counterattack it was unaware of was being organized, an attack it shouldn't have controlled, an attempt to get more Greenskins into control of the buried weapons.

It should launch its most powerful offensive from the outset, concentrating all of humanity's strength on the sprawling front lines, at least reducing the number of enemies it currently faces.

but now.

The platform creaked and groaned, teetering on the verge of collapse, and constantly spewing sparks outwards.

The Bonebreaker pondered the battlefield situation.

The scouts have secured part of the fallen network tunnels before the Imperial Guard takes over those areas.

A significant portion of these asteroids crashed into Greenskin activity zones, far beyond the reach of attacking forces, and the vast majority of Greenskin warlords were not surprised by this.

After all, based on past experience, neither the Empire nor the Orks are races that are good at doing meticulous work. It is common for them to blow up both the front line and the enemy with a single shot, and to inflict heavy damage on friendly forces. It is actually quite normal for them to make some mistakes in battle.

However, judging from the unusually smooth report, the Bonebreaker couldn't help but suspect that it was deliberately left for it by the other party.

After all, the Imperial Army never cared about those networks. Instead, it focused its efforts on destroying any operating buildings and facilities and concentrating its forces on strangling this green-skinned prophet, completely ignoring these minor issues.

Puff~Puff~
Some overloaded command systems were broadcasting the situation in various parts of the fortress. The deeper they went, the more determined the resistance of the greenskins became. The weapons they possessed also became more advanced, gradually changing from ordinary chainsaw swords and kinetic weapons to power swords and psionic weapons. The armor they wore also changed from iron plates that were comparable to armored shells to power armor.

But it was still of little use against the overwhelming force of the steel torrent.

After all, in this era, the lethality of weapons is mostly excessive, and the two sides seek to determine who can strike first and the density of firepower in local battles.

Unfortunately, the one-eyed opponent had a more refined control over his troops, and the authority he had built up in the early stages of the battle was enough to ensure that his troops would resolutely carry out his orders.

A force with such strong execution capabilities would never abandon something important.

But the bone-crusher clearly had no way to deal with this outcome.

At least for now, the Bonebreakers have no choice but to accept this open conspiracy.

Large numbers of Greenskin tribes converged on the network routes they controlled, connecting them to form pathways leading directly to the Beast Fortresses, which further weakened the Beast Fortresses' forces.

The canned goods climbing up the elevator shaft were getting closer and closer, and the shrimps had officially broken through the gate of the beasts.

How much time do they have left?

With the command system connected to his head, keeping a constant eye on the battlefield, the Bonebreaker crossed the trembling, wide bridge and headed towards the group of technological warlords led by Beast Gimmead.

In front of them is a huge engine.

The engine that claimed the lives of a Primarch and a Beast thousands of years ago has long since ceased operation. Many High Techies, under the supervision of Beast Gimedes, are gathered around the engine, tinkering and tinkering, occasionally pulling out a pile of broken parts, like a group of doctors having a consultation.

At the heart of this engine, it is currently encased in a clump of rusted sheet metal, interlocked in a serrated pattern, constantly scraped by electric arcs, with debris being transmitted through the air by the sound of psionic dissociation.

A large number of metal skeletons were carried out from the crack by the fart spirits whose buttocks were scorched by plasma and were pieced together into a broken giant that was comparable in size to a ten-meter-tall knight mech.

hum~
A faint green light emanated from the crack, like the gaping maw of the Second Brother, spewing out an endless thirst for battle.

The Bonebreaker paused, the iconic roar of the Second Brother of the Furious One echoing in its mind. It wished it could jump up and slap its fists on their ugly faces, knocking out their teeth and replacing them.

But at this moment, the roar also carried the opposite meaning, a kind of urging and cursing emotion.

It seemed that something quite terrifying was approaching, so much so that even Brother Mao was urging it to leave.

Boom! Crack! Bang! Glug glug!
The steel plate transmitted a sound as if it were constipated.

Surrounded by numerous powerful tech giants, the WA energy field within the central engine surged, but just as it was rising and about to erupt completely, it suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, and the entire core quickly withered.

The slightly opened crack trembled for a moment, but ultimately closed helplessly.

They were about to complete the startup of this ancient war engine. The Bonebreaker had been telling Beast Kimid and the others to focus on one area first and complete the connection of a part of the energy system in time, so as to control part of the continent and show the shrimps on this planet a physical two-dimensional foil. It was better than delaying the completion of control over the entire planet.

However, human calculations are no match for divine will. Just as humans could not have imagined what big scheme the Greenskins were planning, the Bonecrushers did not expect that Little One-Eyed would hide so many soldiers.

The Bonebreaker stepped forward and stomped on a fart demon that was stealing parts.

Then, the psionic shield in front of it rippled, automatically blocking a neural disintegration beam belonging to a space necromancy.

How infuriating! These shrimps have all gotten right under its nose!

The Bonebreaker raised his hand, and the power claw welded to his left arm sliced ​​a Calidus assassin, who had not yet reverted from his green skin to his original form, in half, before throwing him into the churning gears beneath the road.

The green-skinned creatures gathered around the power core all looked at it.

These highly skilled Greenskins were geniuses among the Greenskins, and their perception of WA energy was second only to that of the Orc Shamans.

They all heard the noises echoing in the walls. The WA energy collided with the subspace projections of these humans, making them increasingly sensitive to each other's presence. They were all drenched in sweat, disheveled, and too exhausted to express their emotions; only the look in their eyes revealed them.

irritable.

Greenskins love fighting, but they don't like one-sided wars, which prevents them from enjoying the process of fighting.

That's all they ever wanted.

But look at the monsters they're fighting now.

It's like playing a fighting game. Your character has just raised his green charge and the opponent has already dealt you a critical hit with a counter-attack, a counter-pump, and a combo that leaves you with only a sliver of health.

Is there any experience to be had?

Unfortunately, the character being controlled by the other side has incredibly high stats.

As Bonecrusher watched helplessly as an Imperial Titan legion perished alongside the Ancient Giant Cluster in the holographic projection, suffering casualties several times greater, and then another squad of Titans emerged from behind the battlefield command vehicle that controlled the entire battlefield, Bonecrusher's face turned green.

Hidden troops!
What should we do?

One of the tech gurus asked, then punched back a screw that had popped out of the power furnace.

Is this ready?

The Bone Crusher countered with a question.

The beast Gimedes, who was in charge of all this, shook his head.

"These troublesome canned goods, and that one-eyed little guy."

The Bonebreaker watched from afar as a large guard of the Dead Skull Clan was surrounded by an advancing squad of Imperial Poison Blades. Their counterattack, launched using the complex terrain, was of no use to the Poison Blades, which were surrounded by turrets on all sides.

The squadron members provided cover for each other, and every turret of the Emperor's Blade fired in all directions, instantly crushing the orc force that was trying to mount a counterattack.

Seeing this, a bunch of guys holding laser guns threw down their weapons and scattered while shouting "Our army has been defeated!" "Our army has been defeated!" Then, the tank tracks, along with the big guys who were tripped up by their running around, were glued together by the Poison Blade's tracks in a two-dimensional way.

Just couldn't see it.

The Bonebreaker's face turned a deep green as it grabbed Beast Gimmead by the collar and roared.

"You guys have all had the canned goods and shrimp chopped into meat sauce! Come on, think of something and come up with something useful."

Saliva flew from his uneven teeth, splashing all over Beast Kimid's face.

The current pace of war is unprecedented for the Greenskins. In the past, it was always the humans who were invaded and then had to race against time. Now it's their turn to race against time.

"I understand, let go, let go quickly."

Beast Gimedes pushed aside the Bonebreaker's ugly face, pierced by a huge scar, freeing himself from its grasp, and then said:

“Our fortress can’t be activated. Little One-Eye reacted too quickly, and we really didn’t have enough time. Just then, the Bean Sprouts’ net fell down. I think the most urgent thing is to get the kids to retreat.”

The Greenskins are the race with the least need to win; they enjoy the process of war, not the outcome.

This war has become far too OP; they can't outmaneuver these shrimps and canned goods on the other side. Not to mention, the other side seems to have some big canned goods makers too.

According to the logic of the green-skinned people, it's about time to make a transition.

"Anyone can run, but I can't just slink away like this! I might as well become a fart spirit."

The Bonebreaker roared, "Amigidon is important to the Greenskins, but it won't be reckless. It's not shameful to lose a fight!"

"I need to do something, you have to show me what other jobs I can do."

It wouldn't let go of Beast Kimmed, as if it wouldn't leave until it agreed to do something today.

It was pressured by the shrimp and canned goods, and now it has to put pressure on these little guys.

“I know, I have a plan. The Dimensional Shock Cannon can be powered by the Snotty Slugs, so we can just take it apart and use it. The rest can be left to Goznik and those shamans.”

Beast Kimmed turned around and cursed, while also pointing and gesturing at the Bonebreaker.

"You should be thinking about how to run away. You're short and pathetic now, so you shouldn't be compared to those big, muscular guys."

Then, ignoring the Bonebreaker's ugly face, which grew even greener as it cursed, Beast Kimmed lifted a storage box covered by Skull's skin and climbed onto the beast's remains on all fours.

The remains of the beast that perished alongside Vokhan.

Even after being thrown into the core along with Vokhan, this armor was not completely destroyed. Thousands of years later, the echo of that supremely powerful, domineering, strong, and awesome beast still lingers within it, making every greenskin who sees this armor wish they could immediately strip naked and crawl inside.

Because as long as they can get inside, they can become the most powerful beast, a beast that can rival the Primarch.

Unfortunately, the current leaders are all too small. Even the Bonebreaker is less than four meters tall, so they can only look on with envy.

If they could use this armor, they would have killed those canned goods like shrimp long ago, instead of cowering here for fear of being beheaded.

"Get Znik!"

Beast Gimmed beckoned the Great Techies to drag over a huge and strange device. This thing didn't look like a weapon. It had huge propeller blades at the front and many creaking gears that were spinning rapidly.

Dimensional Shock Cannon, a high-tech warp weapon of the Orcs, uses any creature that can be grabbed, such as farts, snots, or anything else that can be stuffed inside.

In the current Dawnwing psionic training courses, this type of weapon is classified as a relatively safe warp sacrifice technique.

And since it was used as a sacrificial device, it was also an extremely excellent energy core.

"what?"

The orc mad doctor, who was performing a full-body surgery and stitching up the head of a leader, looked over.

While calling out to the beast King, its hands didn't stop either. The rusty scalpel was churning inside the beastman leader's brain, and the tip of the scalpel even pierced through the leader's cheek due to excessive force.

Then, Gorznik precisely threaded the wires through the gaps, then collected the spilled brain matter in the gears and stuffed it all into the boss's skull.

For any field medic, such an act would be considered murder.

Strangely, under Gorznik's interference, the orc leader who was being 'healed' began to snore inexplicably. His vital signs, which had been completely weakened, rose sharply, and he became more and more perfectly integrated with the iron plates used to repair his body and the bones taken from Sgug's body.

"Call over a few of the bosses; I need them to control this mech."

Meanwhile, Beast Kimmed seemed quite accustomed to Goznik's unrestrained treatment methods, and began connecting the Dimensional Shock Cannon to the power armor.

Yes, no beast could use this huge and powerful machine, and they couldn't utilize its powerful energy. But the genius beast Kimid quickly figured out that such a large mech didn't need a single beast to pilot it.

A constant stream of inspiration was bursting forth in his mind. Accompanied by the drumbeats created by the two brothers fighting each other, Beast Kimmed began to skillfully connect and solder wires, restoring the power of the armor.

"Your job is to connect their brains together to prevent them from fighting."

"I'll form the head!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the green-skinned leader, who was on the operating table in Gorznick, jumped up and raised his hand.

Since Goznik hadn't put the skull back on yet, the boss's brains and body parts were scattered all over the place.

However, for a green-skinned person, having a little brains is enough; losing a third of their body isn't a big deal.

"Let me do it, I'm the most suitable one."

Before he even reached the operating table, the seemingly dying Green-skinned leader suddenly rose to his feet as if in a final burst of energy.

"I said it first!"

The surgeon glared at the other party.

I don't care whether you said it or not.

Without any surgery, the boss roared and lunged at the other person.

"The head is mine, mine!"

"You'll be my butt!"

"Go eat some snot!"

With the two bosses stirring things up, the surrounding bosses quickly got caught up in the atmosphere and started getting mixed up as well.

The chicken is flying and the dog is jumping.

The Bonebreaker and the Beast Kimid slapped their hands on their faces.

They didn't feel anything before, but now that they've encountered humans and experienced the beauty of their numerical values, they just feel that this team is simply impossible to lead.
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"There's movement in the warp."

Ramses said to Arthur.

"Going after Mao is still a reliable strategy. He's started giving guidance to the Greenskins. It's uncertain whether they will make a move. I will provide real-time updates on the situation in the subspace."

"Well, I'll pay attention."

Arthur is wiping the blade.

This has become a habit, a way to quickly get into combat mode.

The troops have reached the end of the network, and as the absolute combat power of the human side at the individual level, he must be deployed to the battlefield immediately.

The Greenskins are quite different from the Eldar due to their extreme racial characteristics; the sword only works when it cuts the body, and they don't have much of a deterrent ability on their own.

"Go directly to the Bonebreaker?"

Ramses casually selected a demon to uphold the prophecy.

"Correct."

Arthur replied.

“I am the biggest pressure, and if they try to intervene, I am enough to stop them and control the situation immediately.”

Ramses sometimes really felt that Arthur was extremely serious about dealing with his enemies.

This guy never cares about using a cannon to kill a mosquito; once he identifies the target and the requirements, he strikes without hesitation, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The pressure has been immense.

he asked again.

"What if Mao Zedong really takes action?"

"It was lucky."

"What if I actually get caught up in the internet?"

"We're lucky."

What if they really kill him?

A knight's departing figure.

"It deserves it."

(End of this chapter)