Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Chapter 212 Supreme Glory (5K)

From planetary orbit to the ground, free fall takes only two minutes. No tactical support can be faster than this!

In the interstellar age, orbital airdrops are the real blitzkrieg.

As long as the coordinates are confirmed, the Emperor's angels will descend from the sky!

"boom--!"

The orcs' energy force field and the human's void shield technology have the same flaw: they can only defend against high-level attacks but not low-level attacks.

After successfully completing a low-speed breakthrough with an airdrop capsule, Dorn personally led the commandos across the sky in the airdrop capsule.

These giant steel eggs passed through the orcs' energy shields with precise ballistic trajectories and slammed heavily into the outskirts of the orc camp with a deafening roar.

As the hydraulic hatch hissed, hot steam gushed out from the gap.

In the thick smoke, a towering figure was the first to step out of the cabin.

Dorn held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and with a swing of his sword he cut off the heads of three orc boys that were rushing towards him.

Behind him, the power armor assault team surged out like a tide, and the deathly fire net of the laser guns instantly drowned out the orcs' Waaagh howls.

The arrival of the Primarch boosted the morale of the remaining kill teams, and Sergeant Avery immediately led the survivors towards the airborne troops.

They have fulfilled their mission and no further sacrifices are needed.

"WAAAGH! A giant human!"

Warboss's scarred face twisted into a ferocious grin, his thick fangs trembling with excitement.

"If that's not strong enough, I'm going to beat you up!"

Its massive, five-meter-tall body suddenly leaned forward, its rusty armor making a harsh metallic friction sound as it charged.

The surrounding orc boys all avoided it, fearing that they would be crushed into mushroom sauce by their leader's violent charge.

Because the Invites had no weapons suitable for the Primarch's normal use, Dorn's sword and shield were forged and gifted by Perturabo himself.

And he will use them to cut off the Warboss's head!

Dorne's stern expression remained unchanged. He calmly adjusted his stance, tilting his shield slightly forward, and uttered only a few words:

"Come."

Warboss laughed wildly. It had a premonition that as long as it could crush the big human, Gogo and Mao would definitely grant it even more powerful strength!

"WAAAGH!"

With a deafening roar, Warboss's massive body rolled through the camp like an out-of-control armored train, rusted metal pipes spewing dirty black smoke behind it.

The orc boys who failed to dodge along the way were knocked into mushroom paste, providing seeds and nutrients for the growth of new mushrooms.

Dorn went forward fearlessly, and the two giants charged at a terrifying speed that was completely inconsistent with their huge bodies.

Their charge shook the earth, each footstep kicking up chunks of blood-stained dirt and leaving deep indentations on the battlefield.

"when--!"

Dorn's shield collided fiercely with Warboss's iron fist, and the collision of metal and metal made a deafening roar.

The shock wave swept around, blowing away gravel and dust within a few meters.

The Warboss's gauntlets were covered in rusty spikes, leaving deep dents on the shield, but Dorn's shield remained strong.

"WAAAGH! That's awesome! Big guy, I recognize you!"

"My name is Big Mouth Scar! Remember my name!"

Warboss roared excitedly, and the rusty iron pincers in his other hand suddenly opened, clamping the sword blade of Dorn at the critical moment.

The long sword whistled through the air, but it was unable to cut through Scar's seemingly crudely made iron pincers.

Dorn used the force to push forward, slamming his shoulder into Scar the Maw's chest, forcing the green-skinned giant to stagger back two steps.

Then, he seized the opportunity and swung his shield upwards like a battering ram, hitting Scarface's chin hard.

"Crack!"

One of Big Mouth Scar's fangs shattered under the impact, and blood flowed out from the corner of its ugly mouth, but it became even more excited.

"WAAAGH!"

"Big guy! Try this move of mine!"

Scar Lips laughed and wiped the blood from his nose. He swung his barbed gloves fiercely and hit Dorn in the face.

Dorn leaned back quickly, the wind from his fist whistling past his short white hair, and the sharp spikes almost scratched the tip of his nose.

Both sides jumped back at the same time to create distance between them. Big Maw roared and grabbed an orc boy and threw him towards Dorne like a cannonball!

Dorn dodged sideways, and the orc boy screamed and fell against a tree trunk in the distance, exploding into a ball of disgusting mushroom sauce.

However, at this moment, Scar the Maw had already rushed to a very close distance again, and the pliers with a shrill roar of the motor went straight into Dorn's heart!

"boom--!"

Dorn pressed down his shield precisely, and the edge of the shield collided with the iron pincers, causing dazzling sparks to burst out.

"WAAAGH! I have another trick up my sleeve!"

Scar Lips laughed triumphantly, and a high-speed rotating circular saw suddenly popped out from Iron Fist's wrist armor. The teeth made a sharp scream and went straight to Dorn's breastplate.

"laugh--!"

The teeth scraped across the golden ceramite armor, leaving a deep scratch.

But Dorn did not retreat but advanced, raised his shield suddenly and hit the orc's armed wrist hard.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking and the crackling sound of motor short circuit, Warboss's thick arms were twisted and deformed under the huge impact. The circular saw slowly fell down with black smoke, and the speed gradually decreased until it stopped.

"WAAAGH! You pissed me off!"

Big Mouth Scar let out a deafening roar, and Iron Claw was ready to attack again.

However, Dorne's long-hidden sword was already unsheathed.

"puff!"

With a flash of cold light, the sword blade accurately slashed across the orc's neck.

The orc war boss's head was blown high into the sky by the gushing blood, and then fell heavily into the mud.

"I haven't lost yet..."

Big Mouth Scar's lips were still moving, but his huge body had already fallen to the ground with a loud bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Dorn swung his sword, piercing his head and dismembering his body.

This wasn't a vent of anger, but rather something Wop told him. The orc Warboss's vitality was very tenacious, and even if his head was cut off, there was still a risk of resurrection.

As long as the opportunity permits, you must fire a few more shots no matter who the enemy is.

This duel seemed thrilling, but it only took a few seconds from start to end.

Their clash was as fast as lightning, and the naked eyes of mortal warriors could not even catch the afterimage. They could only hear the sound of metal colliding and the explosion of surging air waves.

The moment the orc war leader fell, the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed, and the originally stalemate fight immediately turned into a devastating massacre.

The morale of the human warriors was boosted by the Primarch's great deeds, while the greenskins who had lost their leader fell into chaos. Some fled in panic, some stood still, but no one continued to fight.

This group of orcs was like a sand castle swept by a hurricane, collapsing in an instant.

Even if the numbers are equal, the difference in combat effectiveness between orcs with Warboss and orcs without Warboss is so great that they are almost incomparable.

The orcs left corpses all over the ground, and only a small number of orcs escaped into the forest.

The Primarch deliberately let the other Ork bosses go instead of slaughtering them.

Because the orcs who lost their Warboss would soon fall into internal strife, and a new orc Warboss would be born from the orc boss.

If there are enough of these orc bosses, the chance of a Warboss being born will be greater.

As long as they don't escape from this forest, if a new Warboss emerges among them, Dorn can behead them again.

Diaz supported the injured Avery, and they both staggered to one knee.

Avery's voice trembled with excitement. "My Lord, I, we are honored to..."

"Stand up, soldier." Dorn leaned forward, tucked his shield under his arm, and gently supported Dias's arm with his palm. "You are brave warriors who defended the glory of mankind with blood and sacrifice. You only need to stand up straight with pride, and there is no need to kneel before me!"

Dias and Avery supported each other and struggled to get up. Blood seeped out from the gaps in their armor and spread on the muddy ground.

But when they looked at the Primarch, his bloodshot eyes shone surprisingly brightly.

They were by no means the only mortals lucky enough to fight alongside the Primarch, but they were definitely the only Solar Auxilia lucky enough to do so!

The Primarch even personally affirmed their glory, which is something they can brag about for the rest of their lives!

The Kill Team was reduced to just five survivors: Sergeant Avery, Chief Petty Officer Dias, and three other scarred veterans.

Their Sun-type Void Combat Armor had long been shattered, and blood continued to seep out from the damaged areas. The Invit warriors quickly launched battlefield rescue, frantically injecting coagulants and painkillers into these seriously injured soldiers.

At this moment, the forest was obscured by the shadow of the huge spaceship.

A huge transport ship broke through the clouds, and hundreds of extraterritorial warriors wearing gravity parachutes jumped out of the hatch like dumplings.

These equally elite warriors landed and joined together in perfect tactical formation, and immediately moved towards the Primarch's location.

However, when they rushed to the camp through the dense forest, they saw only the headless corpse of Warboss lying in a pool of blood, with hundreds of orc corpses scattered around, and the other orcs had already fled and disappeared.

Before the Primarch's arrival, the Outlander Regiments had been deployed to various war zones by Gutierrez, but five regiments remained in orbit as reserves.

When the outlander warriors were given the mission to support the Primarch, their hearts almost jumped out of their chests with excitement.

But when they landed, they were dismayed to find that the battle was already over.

They were late and the honor did not belong to them.

Dorn's eyes swept over the wounded and frustrated warriors. "Soldier, which unit do you belong to?"

The Outlander warrior immediately straightened his body and slammed his right fist against his breastplate. "My Lord! We are from the 251st Outlander Regiment!"

Avery, lying on the medical stretcher, raised his arm with difficulty, "77th Saturn Ram Regiment!"

Dorn nodded slightly. "Your bravery will be remembered."

Avery finally fainted from happiness, and the out-of-territory warriors were also very excited.

Dorn pointed his sword towards the depths of the valley. "The orcish shield facility is still operational, outlander warriors. I entrust this mission to you. Destroy it at all costs."

The foreign warriors pounded their chests in unison, "We will not fail you, my Lord!"

In fact, everyone understands that the Warboss is dead and the remaining orcs will not be able to make a difference.

There would not be much danger in destroying the orcs' shield facilities. Dorn was trying to save their reputation and share the credit with everyone.

He had learned this from Perturabo.

Dorn sheathed his sword and walked towards Wop, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, with steady steps.

"Father, how did I perform?"

There was a subtle hint of anticipation in his voice, like a child who had won an award on an exam and was rushing home excitedly to ask his parents for a reward.

"Great!" Wop gave a thumbs up, "You're worthy of being my teacher!"

A rare smile appeared on the Primarch's usually stern face. His father's praise was more gratifying than any honor.

Dorn: "Father, are all orc warbosses only at the same level as this one?"

Wop thought for a moment, "That orc is only average at best."

Orcs are very pure, and their fighting ability can be completely measured by their height, which usually will not be misjudged.

The average height of an Orc Boy is about the same as that of a mortal, but because they are always hunched over, they would be a head taller than a mortal if they stood up straight.

Warbosses are at least three meters tall, and the height of orc bosses depends on the warboss they follow.

If the Warboss is five meters tall, the Orc Boss will be over three meters tall.

If Warobss is seven meters tall, the orc boss must be over five meters tall.

Orc Warlords are also a type of Warboss, but they are much more powerful than other Warbosses.