Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 598 Cleaning Up the Orcs
The Seventh Residential District has been completely transformed into a furnace of steel and flesh.

This area, which once housed tens of thousands of skilled workers and their families, is now nothing but a broken concrete skeleton and the burning ruins of houses.

Thick black smoke rose from dozens of fire spots, gathering in the air to form an ominous dome, staining the sky a murky gray-black.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone, burning insulation, molten plastic steel, and burnt flesh.

The orc war machines rampaged through the narrow streets.

A wrecked, track-bent bone-crushing vehicle is using its massive front-mounted crushing roller to destroy the last defensive positions.

The roller was covered in dark red bloodstains and suspicious pieces of meat.

Further away, a skull hammer main battle tank was bombarding any moving target with its crudely made "main cannon".

Each shell whistled and blasted huge holes in the building's surface.

Hordes of orc boys and barbarian soldiers surged through the streets like a tide.

They wielded crude machetes, axes pieced together from scrap metal, and iron bars with spikes.

The deafening battle cry of "Waaagh!" echoed throughout the room.

Some orcs were carrying various ranged weapons, from rudimentary ballistic guns to dangerous energy weapons.

They indiscriminately unleashed their firepower in all directions.

Stray bullets occasionally pierced through the ruins or blasted craters into the asphalt road.

Human resistance is rapidly crumbling.

A small number of surviving Christian and local defense soldiers are desperately defending themselves against makeshift barricades and building ruins.

The sounds of their laser guns and live ammunition were faint and sparse amidst the clamor of the orcs.

Every time the orcs launched a charge, the defensive line would be pushed back.

Leaving behind even more corpses of the fallen.

Most of these corpses were mutilated.

Some had their limbs severed.

Some were torn apart by the explosion.

Some were torn to pieces by the orcs' brute force.

Just as the defensive line was about to collapse completely, Ferrus Manus led the main force of the Iron Hand into the battlefield like an iron torrent.

They entered the residential area in a well-organized battle formation.

The roar of the power armor instantly drowned out the noise of the battlefield.

"The Lakuan clan, establish a defensive line and block the main streets."

"Varan Clan, eliminate enemy heavy weapon units, fire freely."

Feralus's orders were relayed through the Legion's communication channels.

His voice was calm and clear, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The warriors of the Lakuan clan immediately and efficiently carried out the orders.

They quickly seized key intersections and high ground.

A dense network of firepower was created using heavy bomb guns, assault guns, and missile launchers.

Their firing rhythm was steady and efficient.

Each salvo is precisely calculated to maximize kill efficiency.

Explosions and shrapnel continued to claim the lives of the green-skinned soldiers.

They forcefully halted their advance.

The warriors of the Valan clan focused on clearing out the orcs' heavy equipment.

A blue orb of light fired from a plasma weapon sliced ​​through the smoke.

Accurately hit the driver's compartment of the bone-crushing vehicle or the ammunition compartment of the skull hammer.

This triggered a violent secondary explosion.

After the whirring of the distorting force field emitted by the gravity weapon, the orcish brutes and their equipment were crushed into a grotesque mixture of metal and flesh.

The soldiers used jump packs to move between buildings.

To carry out precision strikes against important targets from high vantage points.

Feralus himself is like the eye of a destructive storm.

They charged directly into the area where the fighting was most intense.

The "Gorgon Skin" on her right arm constantly changes shape depending on the needs of the battle.

Sometimes it forms a huge power hammer, which can smash orc vehicles into compressed metal blocks with a single blow.

Sometimes it extends into a long whip crackling with electric arcs, and wherever it sweeps, orcs are cut in half at the waist.

At other times, it condenses into a massive, powerful punch, easily tearing through the thickest armor.

Every step she took caused widespread destruction.

Hordes of orcs fell like stalks of wheat before her. Just as the main force was advancing steadily, an orc detachment outflanked her through the underground network of pipes.

They suddenly appeared near the entrance of a civilian shelter.

The local soldiers guarding the area were pale and their lips were trembling.

However, they still persisted in using laser guns for sporadic firing.

The orcs charged forward, howling.

The distance is getting closer.

The green-skinned man at the front had already raised his bloodstained machete.

At the critical moment, a team of Valan clan warriors parachuted down from the side high-rise using jump packs.

The continuous firing of the bomb guns immediately suppressed the orcs' howls.

Precise bursts of fire blew the heads off the orcs charging at the front one by one.

A Valan sergeant precisely parried a crude machete aimed at a civilian with his power sword.

He then swung his sword backhand and cleaved the orc in two from shoulder to waist.

"Retreat inside the building and lock the doors."

Sergeant Varan issued commands through the helmet speaker.

The sound was processed and sounded cold but clear.

The soldiers and civilians, still shaken, quickly did as instructed.

Retreat into the building and reinforce the entrance.

Similar scenes occurred sporadically throughout the battlefield.

While efficiently eliminating the enemy, the warriors of the Steel Hands began to consciously protect civilians.

They will actively intercept orcs rushing towards the shelter.

Provide fire support for the retreating civilians.

They even used their armored bodies to block stray bullets and shrapnel flying towards the crowd.

These actions were not mandated by orders.

But it gradually became a conscious behavior among the soldiers.

This subtle change stemmed from the new directives of the Forge Council.

It also stems from the personal demonstration of the original genome.

It also stems from the gradually reawakening sense of protection deep within the soldiers' hearts.

Feralus used his liquid metal arm to smash an orc truck and its occupants into scrap metal.

Her gaze swept calmly across the entire battlefield.

She witnessed the steady progress of the Lakuan clan.

Witness the precise annihilation of the Valan clan.

They also noticed the soldiers' subtle protective actions.

Her metallic face was expressionless.

However, the flow of liquid metal in the right arm appeared to have slowed down somewhat.

"Report on casualties and update the cleanup progress in each area."

She inquired on the communication channel.

His voice was deep and steady, like iron.

"The streets in the North District have been cleared. Three civilian hideouts have been found, marked, and shelters have been arranged."

"The orc war machine cluster on the west side has been destroyed, and the remaining enemies are being mopped up."

"Fierce resistance in the southern district, suspected to be commanded by an orc leader. Requesting heavy firepower support."

The information was quickly compiled.

Ferrus's attention turned to the South District.

The orcs there put up an exceptionally fierce resistance.

They even organized several well-organized counter-attacks.

"Notify the Valan clan assault team to move closer to me."

Ferrus gave the order.

Her gaze fell on the tallest building in the south section, which was billowing thick smoke.

Formerly the dispatch center for the residential area.

It has now likely become a temporary command post for some orc war leader.

"Begin the clearing operation."

(End of this chapter)