Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 19 Falling from the sky
"Big shrimp! Big shrimp! Big shrimp!"

"Big shrimp! Big shrimp! Big shrimp!"

Outside the main city, the shouts of orcs filled the sky. Millions of greenskins from across the planet had gathered here, their violent cries and primal roars echoing through the heavens.

They stomped their feet and shouted in unison, their voices converging into a war drum that shook the earth.

The green-skinned battle formation stretched horizontally for dozens of kilometers, with no end in sight. Within a five-kilometer thickness, various siege weapons were densely packed, and the plain in front of the city was a vast green ocean.

The green-skinned leader was estimated to be nearly seven meters tall, like a humanoid tank. It leaned against its throne made of tusks and animal hides, constantly thumping its throat and roaring in a show of force.

His hastily cobbled-together armor was painted red, and he had a huge powered claw on his left hand, while two human guns were welded to his right armor plate and crudely strung together.

"The shrimp is out! The shrimp is out!" The green-skinned boy put down his binoculars, pointed at the gate of the main city, and shouted and cheered.

"Waaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Waaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The green ocean was stirring, and the green-skinned creature opened its mouth wide, revealing its long teeth, and roared loudly, releasing the pent-up fighting spirit within it.

They're just waiting for their leader's command to rush over and have a good fight with the shrimp.

"Men! Once all the shrimps come out, we'll rush over and wipe them out." The green-skinned leader calmed his restless men, a vicious smile creeping across his lips.

Under the guidance of Brother Mao, he knew that the shrimp was already at its wit's end and was now just fighting like a cornered beast.

"Wait! Wait! All of it! All of it! Tear it apart! Tear it apart!"

The green-skinned men were menacing, brandishing their weapons restlessly, their bloodshot eyes fixed on the humans leaving the city.

Such a sight would have terrified most people, causing them to turn and run away.

The Night Watchers paid no heed; even their heartbeats remained unchanged amidst the Greenskins' bloodthirsty shouts.

They formed an orderly military formation and slowly walked out of the city gate. Through the elongated "V"-shaped visors of their power armor helmets, their eyes were fearless and unwavering.

With fewer than 20,000 men, all of their fighting force had left the city gates and formed a battle formation to ensure that the formation would not be broken.

The pure white power armor was covered with war scars, and a chilling aura permeated the human army ranks.

Now, without any battle plan, the Night Guards are protecting the people of Nur for the last time. No enemy can cross their lines until the last soldier falls.

The automatic weapons on the city wall began to charge, and non-soldiers formed a conscription force, taking up guns on the wall to provide limited long-range firepower.

"Nightguards! We now have two ways to die!" King Norwick shouted, raising his sword at the forefront of the ranks, his voice even overpowering the Greenskins' roar: "To be overwhelmed by the Green Tide on the city walls, or to be overwhelmed on the way to the attack, which do you choose?"

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

The Night Guard slammed his right hand into his chest armor, the clanging sound echoing endlessly. His fearless will remained unshaken in the face of a million greenskins.

Soldiers should die at the forefront, not among women and children.

Forward! Forever humanity!

King Norwick gave the final command, entered the army formation, and took his place.

"Humanity will live on forever!"

The Night Guardian raised his energy spear, spun the metal handle, and emitted a deep blue ray from the energy blade at the tip of the spear, striking straight into the orc battle formation.

The Guardian Spear is not only effective in melee combat, but it is also a powerful ranged weapon.

By simply increasing the power supply, the dimensional ray that is activated will extend rapidly, break through the protection of the top constraint field, and release a long-range ray. Long-range shooting also has a powerful cutting effect.

"Men! Charge! Crush the shrimp!" The green-skinned leader stretched his neck and roared, his saliva splattering from his rude mouth.

The greenskins surged like a tide, and each time the Night Guard's weapons lit up, they could shatter dozens of greenskins into pieces, but before the next round of fire, the gaps were filled by even more orcs.

The young man on the city wall, with a resolute expression, fired his gun. Without any aiming, the blue energy beam fell into the green ocean, creating ripples.

The Night Guardians are brave and skilled in battle; they are pure warriors.

They undergo lifelong warrior training, their guard spears wielding in a blur, while two-foot-long energy blades glide across, precisely opening the orc's skull.

With each swing of the spear, several greenskins were cut in half at the waist; the next time the light blade was raised, the greenskins were sliced ​​in two.

Unfortunately, all efforts were in vain in the face of the endless sea of ​​green-skinned humans; it was only a matter of time before the human army was overwhelmed.

The orc leader paced anxiously on his throne, constantly waving his power pincers and shouting orders for his men to toy with the human army.

It even strictly forbids its subordinates from using ranged weapons, insisting that they fight happily with their teeth and blades.

The Night Guards possessed extraordinary willpower; the corpses of the orcs they slaughtered piled up at their feet, forming small mountains, yet the orcish tide never ceased.

They are pure warriors who can take on a hundred men, using the simplest moves to carry out the most efficient killing.

So what? Even if the Night Guard can take on a hundred or even a thousand men, so what?
The endless hordes of green-skinned orcs seemed inexhaustible, offering no respite to the valiant warriors. Finally, after a warrior had relentlessly swung his blade, fired incessantly, and slaughtered countless orcs, an overwhelming sense of fatigue welled up in his muscles, and his fluid movements inevitably faltered for a moment.

A green-skinned creature seized the opportunity to crash into his arms, shoving him to the ground. It swung its broken knife at the pure white armor, activating a protective force field that glowed blue.

The guard used his knee to push up the green-skinned orc, showing no fear of the orc's ferocious face. He calmly took the hilt of his sword from his waist and flicked out a blue light blade.

With a gentle swing, the dimensional blade sliced ​​through the orc's gaping head, severing it as it exhaled warm breath. The guard had already stood up, kicked up his spear, and returned to his formation.

More guards were pinned to the ground by the orcs, creating gaps in the human ranks that were difficult to fill. The orcs, with their overwhelming numerical superiority, gradually overwhelmed the human forces.

The war fortress, suspended in the air, is firing at frequencies exceeding thresholds for all types of weapons, and its energy pipelines have been overloaded for a long time.

Even so, the artillery fire that bombarded the orc lines was merely a drop in the ocean, failing to make any significant impact in the face of sheer numbers.

At the center of the human front, King Norwick and the Great Swordsman stood shoulder to shoulder, sword against sword, fighting side by side with seamless coordination.

"Xilan." King Novik shaved off the green-skinned head and called out to his friend, "It is an honor to fight alongside you as a warrior."

The great swordsman wielded two blue lightsabers, his swordsmanship precise and deadly, like a meat grinder reaping greens, and still had the strength to reply: "It is my honor, King Norwick."

Lightning crackled behind them. The high priest, his eyes a deep blue, murmured a magical incantation, guiding lightning through his faith to erupt from his palms, and swarms of orcs fell in the flashes of electricity.

The high priest remained humble and composed, seemingly unconcerned about being surrounded by greenskins, and even wore a hopeful smile.

Every detail, from the way the warrior fell to the twitching of his muscles as the green-skinned man leaped up, was exactly as predicted.

High Priest Isaac closed his eyes. According to the prophecy of the gods, this place would no longer be a place of human suffering, and the son of the gods would soon descend upon Nur.

The priest uttered incantations and unleashed lightning once more, finally revealing a prophecy flashing from his soul—the moment of the divine child's descent had arrived.

When Isaac opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but shed tears. He saw the coming of the prophesied child!
"Hold on, Night Guards! We're saved!" The High Priest's voice, amplified by a magical incantation, drowned out the deafening battle cries and reached every warrior's ears clearly.

"Our savior has descended from heaven and will bring destruction to the enemy!"

The high priest raised his scepter and pointed it to the sky. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue, and a Venus appeared in the direction he pointed.

Something is passing through the atmosphere, violently rubbing against the air, shimmering with a faint glimmer of hope.

This is almost impossible! The Night Guards who witnessed the strange phenomenon were filled with shock.

The Ring of Nour, which encircles the planet, generates a massive energy shield that covers the entire planet, making it virtually impenetrable to any matter.

An incredible miracle occurred, bringing boundless inspiration during humanity's most critical moment.

King Norwick was in tears as the man-made object sped through the atmosphere. Perhaps the outside world had returned to normal, and other humans had come to rescue them.

"For humanity!" he roared, raising his sword, his cheeks flushed red. His shout inspired the warriors, unleashing their last ounce of potential.

The Night Guards rose up once more, fighting bravely against the enemy. The remaining soldiers unleashed unparalleled power, carving a bloody path towards the center.

"Waaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The green-skinned leader jumped down from his throne in excitement. The potential unleashed by his minions had spurred him on, and he was determined to go down and fight to his heart's content.

Veins bulged on its green skin, and the orc leader, Power Pliers, opened and closed involuntarily in excitement. It leaped off its throne, led its guards, and charged towards the front lines!

Rushing forward, unstoppable!
The orc leader rampaged through the greenskinned sea, crushing many orcs into mincemeat before even reaching the human lines.

The leader doesn't care; all it wants now is to charge into the shrimp's ranks and wreak havoc!
As they got closer, the green-skinned leader could almost smell the exhaustion on Shrimp's body, but they were extremely excited, pointing and gesturing behind them with unusual enthusiasm.

Is there something behind me, boss?

The greenskin leader turned around in confusion and saw a fireball in the sky rapidly falling towards the center of the orc army, where his throne was located.

While they were still wondering, the fireball, carrying immense kinetic energy, slammed into the orc army's formation, and the orc leader lost consciousness as soon as everything went black.

Its last question was: How could a fireball fall from the sky?

"Thump!" The fireball crashed to the ground! It was as if the heavens and earth had been created!
After the shockwave passed, a deafening roar followed, and a violent explosion resounded throughout the wasteland, with a mushroom cloud blooming outside the walls guarding the main domain.

The dust kicked up, along with the shockwave, crashed against the city wall. Some people were caught off guard and were blown away like fallen leaves in the wind.

On the battlefield in front of the city walls, the orcs were terrified and ran around in all directions.

The Night Guards shimmered with blue light, their personal protective force fields shielding them from the shockwave. They knelt, planting their spears into the ground to prevent them from being blown away.

The high priest's scepter fell to the ground, and he gritted his teeth, spreading his arms to create a semi-transparent magical shield that protected King Norwick.

Amidst the billowing sand and flying stones, orcs cried out and scattered in all directions, while human warriors, though deaf and blind, struggled to maintain their footing.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, King Norwick and his companions struggled to their feet, only to be stunned by the scene before them.

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