Warhammer begins in 2026

Meanwhile, the psionic squad and the Grey Knights maintained complete control of the battlefield. Warp fluctuations throughout the entire war zone were completely suppressed. The few orc psionic youths who managed to unleash their bizarre powers were instantly suppressed by the psionic field, their minds shattered, unable to even stir up a ripple of chaos. There were no bizarre distortions, no warp backlash, no breeding of evil; the battlefield remained firmly in the hands of the humans.

Huang Feng stood high above the flagship, overlooking the entire battlefield raging on. Her psionic energy scanned the entire area, leaving no blind spot unchecked. She precisely adjusted the formation, patched up the gaps in the battle line, directed fighter jets to bombard the remaining enemy forces hiding in the valleys, and ordered armored squads to clear out underground caves, ensuring no one escaped.

There was no luck, no comeback, no back-and-forth.

This was a complete and utterly crushing purge. The savage, chaotic, bloodthirsty, and rampant orcish empire that had ravaged the borders for years was gradually torn apart, crushed, and eradicated before the disciplined, precise, and supremely efficient human expeditionary force.

From the collapse of the void fleet to the disintegration of the frontal forces, to the annihilation of the heavily armored behemoths, the razing of the main city fortresses, and the complete collapse of the command system, the green tide across the entire star field receded at a visible speed.

After a month of bloody fighting, the human army relentlessly attacked and conquered star after star, completely reclaiming more than ten outer green-skinned planets. All colonial outposts, mines, workshops, frontline fortresses, and garrison troops were utterly eradicated, and the green pollution throughout the starry sky was completely eliminated. The previously fragmented and chaotic outer star systems were now entirely under human control. Thus, the Orcish Empire was left with only its last and most vital lifeline—its central home planet, the Green-skinned Sky.

This planet is the core of the Orcish Empire's millennia-long legacy. Its size far exceeds that of the surrounding planets. Its surface is covered with massive iron-clad cities stretching for thousands of miles, layers upon layers of underground fortresses, and densely packed super-heavy artillery positions. It is home to the Orcs' most elite personal guard, the ultimate behemoth legion, and the royal guard regiment. It is the throne residence of the Greenskin Emperor and the last totem and reliance of the Greenskins in the entire star system.

At this moment, on the Green-skinned Sky Star, anti-aircraft firepower was in full swing, with countless self-made anti-aircraft shells and rockets sealing off the atmosphere. Hundreds of remaining ultimate giant mechs and mountain crushers stood in formation, desperately defending the surface, while billions of elite orcs roared and howled, relying on their homeworld fortifications to put up a last-ditch resistance, attempting to fight humanity to the death using the natural defenses of their home planet. The Green-skinned Emperor, who had lived for hundreds of years, was holed up in the deepest part of the planet, in the ultimate underground fortress, guarding the central core and defending the last vestiges of his power.

This ultimate green-skinned behemoth was comparable in size to a small mech, its body covered in layers of thick, scrap metal armor, studded with countless fragments of trophy metal. It wielded a massive, serrated, blood-stained, crushing axe. Its physique was savage, its regenerative abilities astonishing, and its brute strength overwhelming. It represented the pinnacle of combat power among the green-skinned tribes of the Eastern Spiral Arm, and was a war totem of fanatical faith for countless orc tribes. Previously, it had remained hidden, relying on the outer stars to gradually wear down humanity's forces, attempting to hold its home planet and await a chance to turn the tide.

With the outer star regions completely pacified and no longer any worries, Huang Feng ordered the entire army to encircle and launch a general offensive against the Greenskin main star! Just as the Titan Legion was adjusting its formation and preparing to sweep through the entire main star fortress, a golden battle shadow carrying a sky full of icy cold tore through the thick smoke of the battlefield.

Lehman Russ led the Wolf Pack's elite high-speed detachment across the entire star system, concluding their peripheral guerrilla mopping-up mission, and arrived on schedule for the final battle on the main star. The Wolf King, clad in armor, his golden hair whipping wildly in the raging winds of war, exuded a chilling aura of killing intent that dispelled the sweltering smoke and fire. His golden eyes were fixed on the overwhelming, violent energy emanating from the Greenskin main star's core underground fortress.

"Trying to hide in your lair and survive? Today we'll tear down your throne!"

Ruth's rough laughter echoed through the sky. Before the entire army could launch a large-scale assault, he suddenly burst forward, his Primarch tearing through the atmosphere at extreme speed. With a chilling aura that could freeze everything, he leaped alone into the deepest and most solid underground fortress shaft of the main planet, heading straight for the Greenskin Emperor's central throne.

The underground fortress is a maze of interconnected passages, layered with defenses. Countless elite orc guards, suicide mechs, and massive defensive turrets block its way. This is the Greenskin Emperor's last death squad, densely packed into every passageway, roaring and desperately trying to stop the invaders.

But in the face of the Wolf King, this last elite group of greenskins was no match for him.

Leman Russ neither dodged nor evaded, unleashing the full force of his physical body. With a flurry of punches and kicks, the orc guards were all blown to pieces. He needed no weapons, relying solely on his physical strength to charge, crush with heavy punches, and tear apart with elbow strikes, pushing his way through. Piles of greenskins were smashed and crushed, and thick underground steel fortifications, alloy gates, and defensive barriers collapsed under his impact, turning the entire fortress passage into ruins.

After fighting his way through the enemy lines and clearing away all obstacles, Ruth finally faced the Greenskin Emperor, who sat high on the Iron Throne in the deepest part of the fortress.

Sensing the invasion of the Throne Center by foreign enemies, the Green Emperor rose in fury, his massive body shaking the earth violently. He raised his giant crushing axe, imbued with boundless malevolence and savage force, and unleashed a deadly blow powerful enough to shatter mountains and shatter rock layers. The violent wind pressure overturned the entire fortress's dome, and a terrifying aura filled the entire underground center.

This was the Orc Empire's strongest attack—brutal, insane, and unpredictable, a pure outpouring of raw power, carrying the last ferocious aura of the entire Greenskin race.

Ruth's eyes were sharp; instead of retreating, he advanced, facing the final blow head-on.

He raised his hand and precisely locked onto the rapidly descending axe blade. His Primarch's physical body withstood the Greenskin Supreme's full-force attack, his muscles tensing instantly, and Fenris's domineering power, honed through years of battle, erupted. The biting cold of the far north glacier clashed violently with the orc's overwhelming, savage bloodlust, causing the entire underground fortress to tremble violently, with rock layers constantly cracking, falling, collapsing, and crumbling.

"With such meager abilities, you dare to call yourself emperor?"

With a deep shout, Ruth suddenly exerted force on his wrist, forcefully twisting the giant axe in the opposite direction. The ear-piercing metallic twisting and exploding sound reverberated through the earth. The battle axe that the Green Emperor relied on to roam the universe and intimidate the entire Eastern Arm was directly broken and shattered into scrap metal fragments.

Deprived of his weapons, the green-skinned emperor went completely berserk, baring his fangs and roaring as he lunged forward, his massive body swirling with a foul stench, attempting to tear into his opponent and fight back with brute force.

Ruth, his fighting spirit soaring, engaged in a brutal, close-quarters battle. Every punch contained overwhelming Primarch-level brute force, each blow landing with a deafening thud of bones cracking. He was a master of the art of desperate combat, his fighting style ruthless, sharp, and deadly, perfectly countering the Greenskins' savage and chaotic frenzied attacks.

In just a few rounds, the Orc Emperor's heavy iron armor was shattered, and his massive body was covered with hideous wounds that revealed the bone. His proud super-healing ability was completely rendered ineffective under the Primarch's absolute suppression, and his violent aura rapidly decayed and dissipated.

Finally, Ruth raised his hand and precisely gripped its neck. All his strength suddenly gathered and exploded, and a dull sound of bones breaking rang out. The orc supreme, the green-skinned emperor who had ravaged the Eastern Spiral Arm for hundreds of years, unified thousands of green-skinned tribes, and established a vast alien empire, had his head droop down, completely severing his life force.

The Wolf King casually flung the massive beast carcass away, sending it crashing into the ruins. As the dust settled, the last totem of the Greenskin Empire was utterly destroyed.

The remaining scattered Greenskin Guards of the underground fortress, upon witnessing the death of their Supreme Leader and the collapse of the Imperial Totem, instantly lost all will to fight and scattered in all directions. However, they were all wiped out by the elite Wolf Pack that followed closely behind, with none escaping. The underground central hub was completely purged.

At the same time, the Terran army on the surface simultaneously launched its final crushing attack. The Titan Legion advanced, its hundred-meter-tall behemoths flattening the remaining giant cities, fortifications, and armored formations of the main planet. Annihilation beams swept across the land, vaporizing and incinerating all remaining Orc strongholds. The three legions advanced layer by layer, cleansing every street, every ruin, and every hiding place, completely eradicating all remaining Orc forces.

Beneath the starry sky, the flames of war on the entire Greenskin homeworld gradually subsided, and the thick smoke dissipated. The once noisy and violent core of the empire, teeming with aliens, was now utterly silent, littered with tattered iron armor, shattered military wreckage, mountains of Greenskin corpses, and the massive body of the Orc Emperor lying amidst the ruins of the throne.