Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 491 Slaying the Orc Leader
"Two more! Target the kid behind the cover ahead carrying that 'big bang bang' heavy weapon! Activate chainsaw sword! Charge!" Vasily's voice rang out again in Team A's channel. His power sword flashed blue as he charged out first.

Mikhail forced himself to focus entirely on the objective, formation, and communications, driving his power armor close to the sergeant's flank.

Another orc howled and charged at him, brandishing a steel pipe welded with serrated edges.

Mikhail calmly adjusted the muzzle of his gun and fired a short burst, three explosive rounds hitting the orc's vitals precisely, knocking him backward.

"Mikhail! Right front, that rocket kid hiding behind the wrecked car! He's loading! Take him out!" Vasily's urgent and precise command came through the headset.

Almost simultaneously, a burst of explosive shells whistled past Mikhail's shoulder armor, accurately sending another orc boy, wielding a machete, flying backward as he attempted a flanking attack. It was Vasily! Even during his high-speed charge, he remained alert, using his precise explosive gun to defuse the crisis for Mikhail.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mikhail instantly turned his gun around.

The eyepiece quickly locked onto the target—an unusually tall orc, clumsily trying to stuff a massive, frighteningly thick rocket with a red-painted warhead into a launch tube made of oil drums and exhaust pipes.

Calm down! He silently recited the training manual, the power armor's servo system helping him stabilize the gun.

Pull the trigger, and fire three precise bursts.

The first shot hit the tail of the rocket, knocking it off course; the second and third explosive rounds precisely penetrated deep into the orc boy's open, fang-filled mouth.

A muffled explosion rang out, and the orc's figure was instantly engulfed by the flames and thick smoke.

"Well done! Keep moving, don't stop!" Vasily's affirmation was concise and powerful, like a shot of adrenaline, which invigorated Mikhail and made him walk even faster.

However, the battle quickly devolved into a brutal close-quarters melee.

The number of orcs far exceeded pre-war intelligence estimates, and these remnants remained as ferocious as ever.

Mikhail experienced his first real close-quarters combat in power armor.

An unusually tall orc leader, covered in scrap metal and rough armor plates, resembling a mobile fortress, roared as he smashed through a barrage of explosive bombs, ignoring the sparks and debris hitting him. His small eyes, burning with destructive desire, were fixed on Mikhail.

It wielded a massive, crackling power claw wreathed in crude energy fields, accompanied by a fierce wind capable of shattering rocks, and slammed it down on the spot where he was standing!

The adrenaline instantly burned through my nerves, and the instincts ingrained in my bones by countless training sessions took over my body.

Without hesitation, Mikhail unleashed a deep roar from the power armor's servo system, propelling his heavy body to a sudden sidestep to dodge.

The heavy power claws slammed down with a piercing shriek that tore through the air!
"boom!"

The ground where he had just stood shattered and collapsed, the hard rock exploding as if struck by a heavy hammer, and rubble and dirt flying out like shrapnel, densely hitting his armor.

The idea of ​​retaliating flashed through my mind like a bolt of lightning!
Just as the orc leader lost his balance due to the full force of the smash, Mikhail used the momentum from the dodge to twist his body and exert force, the power backpack humming louder, and swung the chainsaw sword with all his might in the backhand!

The high-speed rotating saw teeth emitted a piercing shriek as they slashed viciously into the orc leader's left arm, which was covered in rough iron and as thick as a tree trunk!
"Crack! Sizzle!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal tearing and bones being frantically gnawed apart exploded instantly!

Thick, foul-smelling fluorescent green blood gushed out like a fountain, mixed with flying metal fragments and white bone chips, instantly covering Mikhail's goggles and breastplate.

However, the orc leader's bones were stronger than anyone could have imagined!
The chainsaw sword's ferocious serrations cut deep into the arm bone, but failed to sever it completely. Instead, it was stuck deep in the bone crevices by the exceptionally dense bone!
The serrated blades emitted an overload-like shriek and a screeching sound as the hilt trembled violently in Mikhail's hand, almost slipping out! "WAAAAAAGH!!!" The orc leader let out a heart-wrenching howl of pain!
The excruciating pain ignited its ferocity, and its remaining right claw swept across with overwhelming force, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air!

The enormous claw, wreathed in unstable energy, aimed straight for the most vulnerable part of Mikhail's helmet—the visor! The shadow of death descended instantly!
"Dows down!" Vasily's roar boomed like thunder over the communications channel, filled with an undeniable urgency!

Absolute trust trumped everything! Mikhail didn't even think; his body's absolute obedience to orders took effect instantly.

He suddenly channeled his power into the servo joints of his waist, causing the power armor frame to groan under pressure, and with an extreme bent-over motion, his head slammed down!
“Bang—boom!!!”

A .75 heavy explosive round from the rear high-ground fire support group grazed the edge of the top of his helmet with perfect precision, accompanied by a dull thud and a scorching trajectory!

The scorching heat wave that swept past in an instant caused the temperature on the surface of the helmet to rise sharply!
The deadly bullet struck the orc leader's chest—the weakest point in his armor—which was completely exposed from his powerful claw strike!

The high-explosive warhead instantly unleashed a devastating shockwave!

A dull tearing sound was followed by a deafening explosion!

The orc leader's thick muscles and fragile iron skin were torn apart and shredded like rags!
A huge, charred, and swirling hole, billowing smoke and smelling of burnt meat, appeared in the center of its chest, with green fragments of internal organs and broken bones violently spraying out!

The enormous, mountain-like green body suddenly froze, then crashed backward with a roar, kicking up clouds of dust.

Mikhail stood up, panting, his helmet visor splattered with sticky green stains and grayish-brown dust.

He suddenly raised his hand and ripped the helmet off his face.

The scorching air rushed into his lungs instantly, mixed with the smells of gunpowder, rust, and heavy blood, like countless tiny ice needles stimulating his burning respiratory tract.

He was breathing heavily, his sweat-soaked bangs clinging to his skin, each breath accompanied by a burning, tearing sensation in his chest.

He could feel the soreness in his arms from continuous shooting and parrying, and his lungs were burning in the hot, smoky, and rusty air.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the field of vision was filled with the glint of explosives, the cold gleam of chainsaws, the surging green figures of orcs, and the distinct black and white silhouettes of the Ash Knights.

The black and white Maltese cross emblem on his breastplate, despite being baptized by blood and fire and covered by dust and grime, did not dim but instead appeared even heavier, colder, and more real, as if branded onto his soul.

He swung the chainsaw sword sharply, shaking off the dirt between the teeth, and gripped the hilt tightly again. The cold touch made him even more alert.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept across the chaotic and noisy battlefield, searching for the next target that needed to be purified.

"Rostov 17th Regiment calling Ash Knights Team A! Your forward bunker fire has weakened! Should we continue advancing?" The voice with a local accent came through again, tinged with hope: "We will maintain cover fire!"

"Team A reports: We encountered strong resistance, but the orc leader has been eliminated. We are regrouping and continuing our advance towards the core!" Vasily calmly replied, while signaling his team to check their equipment and prepare for the next assault: "Ivanov, what's the visibility at Eagle's Nest? We need flank cover!"

"Good visibility! Heavy bombs have locked onto the green machine gun nest behind your forward cover! Prepare for volley fire!" Ivanov's voice came from another channel, filled with the excitement of battle.

"Roger that! Team A! After providing cover fire, launch another assault! For the Emperor!" Vasily raised his power sword, the tip pointing directly at the billowing smoke deep within the canyon.

(End of this chapter)