Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 198 Magnus's Crimes Are Heinous
“We orc boys only have one chance, and I think the world shouldn’t be like this.”

My second brother told me that a group of small fry are launching an unprecedented Waaaagh.

Our former enemies have fallen asleep, our great Creator has vanished, and even our former allies have betrayed us, imprisoning us in this dark and desolate cage.

It's time for this chaotic world, where there aren't enough Waaaagh fights, to end. If we can't make the Orks great again, then let the whole galaxy Waaaagh rise!

Looking down at Octarius, which was now completely engulfed in war, Makara's head, which was not much bigger than a peach, fell into deep thought.

As a native Ulanor orc, Makala was the first greenskin to respond to Boss Urg. At that time, the incomparably powerful Emperor Urg was just an ordinary greenskin, and he was just a humble boy. The entire Warband consisted of only the two of them.

For Makala, the boss was the embodiment of Mao Zedong's will. He often said things that Makala couldn't understand. In the words of the underlings, the boss possessed an astonishing wisdom that Makala could only dream of.

Makara didn't know what "world-shaking wisdom" meant; that was a term used by nobodies. Even the Spartan soldier torn in two in his hand couldn't answer that question.

But Makala didn't think too much about it; after all, he was just a foolish orc who did whatever his leader said.

On Ulanor, a land teeming with orcs, a beast clan with only two members began their struggle, gradually growing from a nobody to a powerful orc warlord who controlled a region.

The 300-year War of Unification of Ulanor began. Those 300 years were the most glorious days for Makala. He witnessed his leader conquer the entire Ulanor, defeat the orc warlords of all the surrounding worlds, and launch the Waaaagh Expedition.

Just as the boss said, the outside world is indeed so wonderful, with endless battles and equally fearless little shrimps.

Since arriving in Octares and eating a few strange, green candies, Malaca felt he had suddenly become smarter, making him eager to devour more candies, as he wanted to be as smart as his boss.

Perhaps only in this way can he become like the boss, Waaaagh!!

But he searched the whole world and couldn't find any more green candies, which caused the orcs who had swallowed a lot of fel crystals to have a strong withdrawal reaction, as if countless ants were crawling all over their bodies.

"I really want some candy! Wait, I think I smell candy. Come closer, there are lots of hot dog cans in that warship."

…………

The hot dog can that Makala was talking about was none other than Atlas marinated in fel energy. In the eyes of these green-skinned addicts who had been inhaling fel energy, the Abomination was a giant meat can exuding a delicious aroma.

But Mordred was unaware of this; instead, she felt looked down upon.

"Damn bastards, instead of running away, they're charging at me! They really underestimate me. My Octarius, my newly built industrial park, open fire on the entire ship and blow these bastards to bits."

Such a large, scrapped warship hanging in the sky is a perfect sitting duck.

The unexpected encounter broke out, and the newly emerged Ork Orcs experienced firsthand what true firepower suppression meant.

As an arms dealer and middleman, Atlas has no shortage of weapons and ammunition. Unlike other legions that are stingy when fighting, Atlas is completely equipped and waiting for people.

Due to their small numbers, Atlas was so poor that even ordinary mortal support soldiers were equipped with mechanical powered exoskeletons. They were forced to develop a fear of insufficient firepower, and everyone was a believer in the multi-turret doctrine, believing that bigger is better and more is more beautiful.

Under this extreme ideology, the Abomination, with Icarus as its ship girl, is less a ship and more like a living combat fortress with an engine.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light illuminated the void in a golden-red hue, and tens of thousands of tons of shells were launched at the orc ships every second.

Even with only one large ship, garrisoned by 2000 Space Marines, firepower proved decisive. The sheer volume of steel sent the green-skinned warships crashing backward. In just three minutes, the scrap ship, now imbued with millions of tons of mass, finally succumbed to the pressure and plummeted towards Octarius in a violent explosion.

Taking advantage of your weakness, Mordred left Goff as fleet commander and took 1000 Atlas piloting Mushrooms to airdrop onto the ground battlefield.

Seeing that his own Primarch suddenly became agitated, Goff quickly notified the ground troops to be aware of the target and avoid accidentally injuring friendly forces.

The tough-skinned Mushrooms were unaffected by the high temperatures. With the help of the vectoring nozzles on their backs, the Atlas, who were making their individual entry into the atmosphere, had already targeted the enemy and were frantically spraying bullets at the falling Orc ships.

The artillery fire gradually corrected the trajectory of the warship wreckage, moving it away from the densely populated city and instead crashing it into the depths of the wasteland.

"boom!"

The wrecked ship crashed onto the planet's surface, piercing through the desert. Goff, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately pressed the launch button, and a dazzling light spear descended from the sky, using extreme heat to prevent the spread of green spores.

Time ticked by, and after the surrounding wasteland was completely scorched into glass, the first round of orbital bombardment ceased. Mordred looked at the still-standing green shield with a sense of helplessness; in the end, he still had to switch sides and fight.

"Men, follow me! Let's show these bastards who the real powerhouse mushroom is."

"Waaaagh!!"

The sudden war cry left the greenskins huddled in the ruins completely bewildered. How come these weird creatures are so different from the little shrimps from before? Could they also be orcs?
But the cheerful greenskins wouldn't be puzzled for long; they would only become more excited. Atlas had already been marinated in fel energy, and the orcs, driven by their fel addiction, roared and charged out in a chaotic rush.

Among them was the super-heavy armored leader Makara, who was over 7 meters tall and covered in layers of scrap armor. He immediately set his sights on the four-armed beast with the highest concentration of fel energy, and his mouth watered.

The enemies they had encountered before were all too weak. This group of big and delicious enemies must be a gift from Brother Mao.

"Waaaagh!!! Kids, charge with me! I want a hot dog!"

Looking at the charging green-skinned orcs in front of him, Atlas, piloting the Mushroom, laughed in anger. Only an idiot would try to fight you with knives. Eat my 230mm rapid-fire nuclear cannon!

A deafening roar erupted as 1000 Mushrooms fired simultaneously. Under the baptism of death from the nuclear flames, not a single orc was able to break through the blockade; they were all burned to ashes. This included the heavily armored leader who had fought alongside the orc emperor throughout the entire battle.

The heavily armored leader is still the heavily armored leader. Makala lasted two minutes longer than the average orc kid, taking a full 13 miniature nuclear bombs.

"Hilarious, are these orcs all idiots? Quickly clean up the battlefield."

I thought he was some big shot, and Mordred almost blew her breath away, but he's just a nobody!

"Why did the sky suddenly darken? Oh no!"

Mored was stunned before he could even get excited for a few seconds, as a giant battle moon, comparable to the Holy Terra, suddenly teleported in front of Octarius.

The moment that monstrous contraption appeared, the resulting gravitational shockwave destroyed most of Atlas's warships, and at the same time appeared a rather mixed-race deserter:

"Second brother, I really can't hold on any longer, please come and save me!"

"Magnus, you fucking bastard!"

　Corgi is feeling a bit weak and exhausted, which is why the update is late. Please forgive me.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)