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Chapter 79 The Blood Axe Clan's Great Counterattack

A few days later, at the front-line stronghold of the Evil Sun Clan.

Ugluk, carrying his "Berserker" heavy rifle, squatted on a watchtower made of scrap metal and spat idly onto the ground.

As a veteran of the Fel Sun Clan, Ugluk had participated in no fewer than twenty Waaaaaagh battles, killing so many enemies that he couldn't even remember them all. From human canned soldiers to Space Marines with blue heads, from Eldar's skinny sprouts to unruly green-skinned kids from other clans, he had seen it all.

But these past few days, he's felt something's off.

Logically speaking, the advance troops that went to Blood Axe's territory a few days ago and caused a ruckus, even if they failed to destroy the enemy's base, should at least have created some gaps to pave the way for the main force's subsequent attack.

And what happened? Not a single one returned, not even a single letter came back.

The reconnaissance team sent out to gather information also disappeared without a trace.

Ugluk sharpened his fangs and peered out through the lookout hole on the tower.

The horizon was shrouded in a hazy gray, obscuring everything. A thin layer of dust was whipped up by the wind, making the view blurry.

Another boring day.

He was about to come down from the tower to find some fungal beer to kill some time when the view through the lookout suddenly flickered.

It wasn't sandstorm; there was something moving on the horizon.

Ugluk squinted, widening his yellow orc eyes to their maximum, and stared at the hazy direction for several seconds.

At first, it was just a blurry line.

Then the line widened.

Then, the front end of the line begins to fork, becoming individual moving points.

The dots grew closer and clearer until Ugluk could make out their outlines: chariots painted with red and black warning stripes, orc boys carrying various weapons, and those crooked-looking but incredibly fast combat pickup trucks.

Blood Axe.

Ugluk's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Enemy attack!! Blood Axe is here!!"

He slid down the tower while shouting.

Upon landing, before he had even firmly planted his feet, he had already disengaged the safety on his sniper rifle and aimed the gun forward.

The alarm blared throughout the stronghold, and the orc boys who had been fast asleep scrambled to their feet from various corners. Some were still cursing and asking what had happened, while others had already grabbed their weapons or mounted their vehicles and charged toward the defensive line.

The Evil Sun Clan reacted quickly, as they are known for their speed. From the sounding of the alarm to the deployment of weapons along the defensive line, it took less than three minutes.

Ugluk lay prone behind a low wall made of tank wreckage, resting the butt of his sniper rifle on his shoulder, aiming at the approaching Bloodaxe convoy.

There are still several hundred meters to go.

Blood Axe's chariots and troops did not slow down; on the contrary, they accelerated.

The red and black vehicles, trailing long plumes of dust, charged straight toward the outpost like a pack of crazed tin beasts.

"Fire!!"

A burst of intense gunfire erupted from the Xie Ri's defensive line, with explosive rounds, heavy bullets, and rockets of various calibers raining down on the incoming convoy.

Several pickup trucks that were at the forefront were riddled with bullets on the spot, rolled out of the formation, and crashed into the sand dunes by the roadside with billowing black smoke.

But the convoy behind them showed no sign of slowing down.

They bypassed the burning wreckage and continued rushing forward.

Ugluke pulled the trigger of the raging archer, smashing the heads of one Bloodaxe orc after another into pieces, but he felt increasingly uneasy.

wrong.

These Bloodaxe players are using the wrong tactics.

The Bloodaxe Clan is known for its cunning and tactics. They never fight so recklessly. They usually send out scouts to find out the enemy's defensive layout first, then find a weak point to break through, or simply resort to surprise attacks and ambushes.

But what about this batch of blood axes?

It's a completely green-skinned style of play.

They are even greener than the Evil Sun Clan.

Those tanks didn't care about tactics or formations at all; they just charged forward in a swarm, as if they only had one thought in their minds—fuck them!

The first wave of war chariots crashed into the Xie Ri clan's defensive line.

The sounds of collisions, explosions, and screams mingled together.

A Bloodaxe truck crashed through the makeshift metal fence erected by the Evil Sun, leaving a large dent in the front of the vehicle. The orc in the driver's seat didn't care whether the truck was still drivable or not; he jumped out of the broken window, roaring "Waaaaaagh," and charged into the defensive line.

Ugluk aimed at the blood axe that had jumped down and pulled the trigger.

The bullet struck the man in the chest, creating a gaping hole.

Normally, a wound of this magnitude would be enough to render an ordinary orc boy incapable of fighting.

But the blood axe didn't stop at all.

It glanced down at the wound on its chest as if it were a minor scrape, then looked up, its eyes bloodshot, its mouth stretched to its ears in a pure, almost manic excitement.

"Awesome!! Again!!"

It roared and charged at us.

Before Ugluk could fire a second shot, the Blood Axe pounced on him, headbutting him on the bridge of his nose and knocking him to the ground.

My head is buzzing.

Before Ugluk could recover from the dizziness, he felt a rough, large hand grab his neck and lift him off the ground.

The Bloodaxe Orc's face loomed close to his, its breath stinking and hot, its mouthful of fangs bared, and a low laugh emanating from its throat.

"You evil devils—are too weak—not enough to fight—"

After saying that, it slammed down with its other fist.

Ugluk's consciousness went dark at that moment.

Such scenes were happening simultaneously along the entire defense line.

Those Bloodaxe Orcs seemed to have been injected with some kind of stimulant; their fighting power and frenzy were far beyond normal levels. Despite being shot multiple times and bleeding from their wounds, they didn't care at all. Instead, they seemed to be stimulated by those wounds, grinning and charging into the direction of the Evil Sun Clan, hacking and slashing wildly.

For the first time, the orcs of the Evil Sun Clan experienced what it felt like to be overwhelmed by an even more frenzied Greenskin.

Several veterans of the Evil Sun had already begun to grumble and question whether these Blood Axemen had taken some kind of wrong medicine.

They were right.

However, that "medicine" wasn't some stimulant concocted by the Pain Boy, nor was it some evil chaotic corruption; it was most likely just a plate of hot, stir-fried mushrooms.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the western flank of the Xie Ri clan's stronghold complex.

The terrain here is more open than the eastern wing, with a wasteland cratered by chariots stretching from the foot of the hills all the way to the outer fortifications of the Evil Sun.

The one in charge of the western wing defense was an elite Sunwalker named Kuzga, who was twice the size of an ordinary orc boy. His jaw protruded like a shovel, and he had a helmet welded onto his head made from a modified tank exhaust cover. There were also two purely decorative exhaust pipes on the sides that would puff out black smoke, making him look quite intimidating.

Kuzga was picking his teeth while leaning against the base of the rotary cannon. The explosions and Waaaaaagh's roars from the east wing had been going on for almost ten minutes, but he wasn't worried at all.

What does it have to do with Ugluk being blocked by Blood Axe? The rule of the Evil Sun is that everyone is responsible for their own area. If you can't hold out, it's because you're not fast enough or fierce enough.

Moreover, the west wing has always been very quiet.

Blood Axe's main force was clearly heading towards the east flank; they hadn't even seen a single scout on the west flank.

Kuzga flicked the scraps of meat he had removed onto the ground and looked up at the direction of the wasteland.

It's empty; there's nothing there.

Then he saw a light.

Kuzga squinted.

"What's that?"

The orc boy next to him also saw it and craned his neck in that direction.

"It might have been caused by a shrapnel shell?"

"Bullshit, even shrapnel doesn't come in this color."

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Before he could finish speaking, the blue light shone again.

This time it wasn't one dish, but a whole row.

Several pale green arcs of light simultaneously lit up from that low-lying area, as if a group of people were simultaneously drawing their blades in the darkness.

Then the lights started moving toward them.

Extremely fast.

Kuzgar had fought against all sorts of enemies in his life, from the Imperial infantry phalanxes to the Eldar anti-gravity vehicles, and he believed he had a basic understanding of what could appear on the battlefield.

But these things in front of him were outside his comprehension.

The blue lights drew closer and closer until he could finally see the figures holding them.

Bloodaxe is an orc boy from the Bloodaxe clan.

But it's not entirely the green-skinned creature he's familiar with.

The orc lads at the front weren't wearing ordinary iron or leather armor, but a kind of light plate armor with an extremely strange structure. A faint glimmer shone from the gaps between the plates, not like the reflection of metal, but more like some kind of energy field flowing between the armor seams.

Although the edges of those armor plates were not polished neatly, they were completely different from the rough craftsmanship of orcs, which was usually pieced together haphazardly and had exposed welds.

But what shocked Kuzga the most was the weapons they had.

Each green-skinned boy is equipped with a light blade weapon in its hand, ranging in length from the elbow to the knee, with the blade emitting a pale green glow.

It was those arcs of light that left afterimages as they ran, like elongated lightning bolts.

How could Blood Axe have something like this?

Kuzga's mind was clearly not quick enough; before he could figure it out, the group of green-skinned creatures wielding light blades had already rushed within two hundred meters.

"Fire! Rotary cannon, fire!!"

The rotary cannons on the defensive line spun simultaneously, their heavy hum echoing across the line, followed by a barrage of bullets.

Metal bullets were unleashed at a rate of hundreds per second, tearing through the air with whistling sounds as they rained down on the charging green-skinned soldiers.

Bullets rained down on the entire front of the battlefield.

Kuzga waited to see the Blood Axemen shattered into pieces, and he also waited to see the bullets hit their targets.

But he never saw the Bloodaxe Kids' corpses or fragments.

The projectiles struck something almost invisible to the naked eye about half a meter away from the charging green-skinned soldiers. The moment the projectiles hit it, ripples spread across the surface of the energy membrane, like pebbles thrown into water. Then the projectiles' kinetic energy was dissipated, the metal projectiles deformed, deflected, and fell to the ground, motionless.

A few projectiles that penetrated the energy membrane struck the green-skinned plate armor, scattering a few sparks and leaving shallow dents on the armor surface—that was all.

"What the hell is that?!"

Kuzga nearly dislocated his jaw.

The rotary cannon unleashed a barrage of fire for a full ten seconds, firing enough ammunition to pierce through an Imperial Astragalus squad three times over. Yet, the opposing group of Orks barely fell; their charging formation only slightly dispersed, and their speed didn't decrease at all.

Among the group of green-skinned kids wielding light blades, Kuzga noticed a few figures that were clearly different.

They are not Ork.

He was shorter than the orc boys around him, with a lean build, and wore a fully sealed power armor in a dark blue and gold color scheme.

Beneath the visor, a faint blue light emanated from the eyes. His gait was completely different from the green-skinned boys. He didn't have the wobbly, unsteady running style of orcs charging; instead, every step was perfectly synchronized, as if he were connected by some intricate system.

They also held light blades in their hands, but those light blades were purer in color, brighter, and looked sharper.

Compared to the crude imitations in the hands of the green-skinned people around them, these are the real deal.

Kuzgar didn't know what the Protoss fanatics looked like, but his intuition told him that those few were not to be trifled with.

Then he didn't have time to think anymore.

Because the Bloodaxe Clan had already charged in front of him.

The lead green-skinned kid leaped high into the air as he ran at full speed, his blue light blade drawing a semi-circular arc in the air before slashing down at the nearest rotary cannon.

The moment the pale blue arc of light touched the cannon barrel, the barrel snapped like tofu.

The cut was clean and smooth, without encountering any obstacles.

The broken half of the cannon barrel rolled to the ground with its own weight, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The moment the green-skinned boy landed, it turned and charged toward its next target.

While the western flank defenses collapsed, on a flank hill about 800 meters from the main battlefield, another, quieter battle was raging.

The deadliest battle is over.

The enemy deployed two fire support points on the flanks, each equipped with a heavy weapons squad and a watchtower, to provide crossfire support to the main defensive line.

Both of these firing positions lost contact three minutes ago.

The last communication was sent by an orc on the watchtower, which only said half a sentence: "Something—" before it was cut off.

If anyone could reach the flank high ground within those three minutes, they would witness an extremely bizarre scene.

All the Fel Sun Orcs at the two fire support points fell at their posts.

The positions they fell in were all different; some lay prone behind heavy weapons with their hands still on the triggers; some knelt beside ammunition boxes, seemingly reloading; and the orc on the watchtower even maintained the posture of raising his binoculars.

All were single-shot hits, each hitting the head.

The bullets are fired from several different angles, but the firing times completely overlap, achieving synchronization down to the millisecond level.

The faces of the dead orcs still bore various expressions: some were stunned, some were cursing, some were yawning. None of them had time to make any defensive move. The time interval between the shooting and death was so short that even fear did not have time to surface.

There was nothing on the ground around the firing point except for the corpses of the Evil Sun Orcs.

There was no trace of anyone having been there, not even a footprint.

Only in a few inconspicuous spots—the back of a rock, the roots of a clump of dead bushes, the underside of a wrecked tank—did extremely faint, almost imperceptible optical refraction ripples linger in the air, as if something invisible had just left.

If someone has good eyesight, or happens to be equipped with advanced imaging equipment, they can capture several figures rapidly retreating before those invisible ripples dissipate.

Two of the figures were noticeably larger than the others, and their movements were completely different. They moved silently, avoiding any pebbles or metal fragments on the ground that could cause noise with each step. Although their cloaking effect was slightly rougher than that of the real ghosts next to them, with occasional glimpses of a green afterimage flashing along the edges of their silhouettes, it was more than enough for practical use.

That's Blood Axe's special forces kid.

The invisibility cloak he was wearing was a replica, made from materials based on samples provided by Rhodes from the Ghost Squad, and copied by Tech Boy.

The orc technician kid's skills can't achieve the perfect light refraction of the original, but when combined with the Waaaaaagh field, as long as these two special forces kids firmly believe that they "can't see," the invisibility effect can be barely maintained at a usable level.

In the distance, several slender figures, their silhouettes blending seamlessly into their surroundings, were retreating at an even faster pace.

That's a genuine Ghost Agent.

They maintained the optimal distance from the two Blood Axe special forces lads, within the best range for coordinated shooting, yet not so close that they would be affected by the occasional cloaking waves leaked by the other side.

Millisecond-level firing synchronization and a breakthrough with zero casualties—this was the first report card delivered by the Blood Rune Clan and Rhodes' forces after several days of joint training.

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