Fire Wheel: "Pyromancer"
On Planet Wheel of Fire 5, gray warships are gathered in high orbit.
Torpedoes rained down on the remaining Artillery Array and Missile Platform along the tracks, putting the Ork's defenses at a severe disadvantage as they struggled to hold on amidst the howls of Space Wolves.
Thousands upon thousands of weapons joined the bombardment, energy weapons, kinetic weapons, and bombardment artillery raining down on the Orks defenses.
The Sixth Legion's fleet destroyed the vast majority of the orbital defense facilities within two days of naval time.
Huge debris fell like a meteor shower, and massive, irregularly shaped burning debris pierced through the clouds, illuminating the Ork Fortress.
The largest wreckage was the size of a cruiser, and it took fourteen seconds to pass the Fortress.
Finally, it crashed to the ground, carving a dark canyon in its path, and the entire earth trembled.
The Orks creatures excitedly took off running towards the wreckage.
The Lance descended from the sky, vaporizing the Ork greedily fled the Fortress.
The hypersonic shells unleashed multiple sonic booms, slamming into the Orks Fortress with a deafening roar.
On the fifth day of the orbital bombardment, after confirming that the Ork's anti-aircraft firepower had been largely destroyed, Enoch Rashivine hastily issued the landing order.
The iron-grey Stormbird blotted out the sun, their massive, blade-like bodies bearing the emblem of two wolves painted on their heads.
At the very front of the formation, the Wolf Lord in the cockpit watched as the Orks scurried about turning their ugly, bizarre cannons.
"Missile!"
Several missiles were fired at the target, and other Stormbird also launched missiles, destroying artillery in the vicinity of the landing zone.
After the artillery fire cleared the Orks below, the landing gear opened, and the Stormbird crashed heavily to the ground.
The moment the Stormbird landed, the assault ramp slammed into the ground, and Rashiven, clad in gray armor, leaped out.
The Wolf Lord was draped in a wolf pelt he had obtained while hunting in Fenris, and two large, sharp teeth protruded from the bottom of his helmet.
Rashiven roared to the sky, drowning out the Ork's battle cries.
As he raised his hand to fire his Bolt Pistol, he eagerly lunged forward.
I must win the hunt!
The Wolf Lord's opponent, Sanchez, did not rush to attack; he stared at the holographic image.
The information flashing on the video screen flooded his mind.
Sanchez seemed lost in thought, his voice low.
"The large-scale Squig is related to the Snakebite Clan mentioned in the documents my father sent."
Szczesny, standing to his left, nodded.
"My father mentioned in the legion's documents that clans are a genetic phenomenon that stores Ork genes, an effective development and combat model they formed through long-term battles."
"The Ork occupying Planet Seven, who are raising Squig on a large scale, are undoubtedly the Snakebite Clan."
Jorginho saw the huge Orks totem and the patterns on the tribal battle flag in the scan results, he pointed out several scanned images with his finger.
"It's confirmed, it's the Snakebite Clan."
The Reaper Lord's dark eyes were deep. "Then we can use the characteristics of the Snakebite Clan as a basis for formulating tactics."
Szczesny recalled the information released by the Primarch, and then said.
"The Serpent-Biting Ork prefer tradition to technology; they ride Squiggoth and employ agile and savage frontal assault tactics against their enemies."
Jorginho noticed something else and spoke up.
"The snake-biting Ork despise technology; they are often influenced by the Central Asian Orks culture, becoming the Beastboss."
"The Beastboss Ork prefer to hunt the largest and most stubborn prey."
"Worth hunting isn't limited to monsters; large the Chariot and Titan are also within the scope."
The Pyromaniac's eyes gleamed, and flames ignited.
"That's exactly what I can do; I'm going to set it on fire."
After Sanchez formulated the battle plan, the 7th Legion launched an offensive against the Planet Seven of the Wheel of Fire.
On the planet's surface, Silva, the Ork Warboss of the Snakebite Clan, looked up as countless black flying machines descended from the sky.
Silva was a much taller and more robust Ork than his kin.
He was covered in untanned raw fur, smeared with mud and cheap paint, and adorned with the claws and teeth of various wild beasts.
Silva looked at the sorcerer in front of him and bared his fangs.
"Marco, it's time to hunt. Find me the biggest prey for those shrimps."
"Boss, I'll definitely find you the biggest prey!"
Holding a Bone Staff pieced together from a skull and leg bone, the Weirdboy shouted that he was the guide for the Beastboss Ork.
Green energy surged from Marco's body as he leaped and stomped across the ground with his enormous feet.
The surging, powerful energy made the Weirdboy roar with excitement. He raised his arms high, and the energy in his eyes crackled and popped.
A dozen seconds later, the light subsided, and Marco looked at Silva.
"Boss, I found it."
Weirdboy turned to the left and swung his Bone Staff out with a powerful motion.
"Wow, so many huge iron carts!"
A green mist surged in Silva's mind, and the mechanical claw on his right arm opened and then suddenly closed, the white claws like a giant python tearing and biting.
"Gork and Mork told me to go hunting and smash up Shrimp's big black truck."
"Waaagh!"
The Ork Beastboss their weapons high and shouted.
"Waaagh!"
Silva strode over to his pet and climbed onto Squig.
The Snakebite Boy also climbed onto their mounts and followed their leader to begin the hunt.
Hundreds and thousands of Squig ran at high speed, causing the ground to rumble and shake.
Silva led the Snakebite Boy on a rapid journey, as the fiery Sun gradually sank from its highest point.
He finally saw the large black truck just as the Sun was about to be swallowed by the horizon.
He had never seen such a big car before; it was like a black mountain range.
The war boss also saw the black motorcycle sputtering flames as it rapidly drove away.
On the back of the motorcycle sat Black-armored Knight, much larger than shrimp, but not as big as myself.
"A shrimp is just a shrimp, a cowardly and weak creature."
Smash it!
Silva shouted and spurred Squig toward the black carriage.
The Snakebite Boy, following behind, excitedly rushed towards the black truck.
They jumped off the Squig, surrounded the black truck, and scrambled to smash it with their weapons.
Sanchez, riding his Jetbike, kept glancing back to see what was happening behind him. He saw that the Ork weren't chasing him and, as he had expected, charged towards the trap.
The "Black Wagon" was built by his command of his Chapter servants and Servitor; it was the size of thirty-six Malcador Heavy Tank.
It had no internal parts, only its shape, and its servants completed it in just one ship day.
After the Promethium fuel was unloaded from the transport ship, the ship hoisted the "black truck" onto it, and the "Pyromaniac's " stage was set up.
His Thunderwolf was restless due to his mate's pregnancy, and Sanchez was riding Jetbike today.
Sanchez twisted the handlebars, and the Jetbike circled around, heading towards the "cannon barrel" of the "black car".
Entering the range of the "Pyromaniac's " Beyonder Ability, he raised his hands.
Spirituality converged, quickly coalescing into a "Blazing White Spear".
The Pyromaniac pushed forward forcefully, and the "Blazing White Spear" flew towards the "cannon barrel," trailing a series of Fireball behind it.
Sanchez floored the accelerator, the black motorcycle turned around, and sped away from the "black car".
Behind him, the "Blazing White Spear" drew an arc and plunged into the dark "cannon barrel," followed by a series of Fireball.
The "Blazing White Spear" pierced through the cannon barrel and crashed into the barrel full of Promethium fuel.
The flame ignited the Promethium fuel.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions tore apart the "black chariot" and swallowed the Snakebite Boy whole.
Most of the Orks were burned to ashes when they exploded.
Those Snakebite Boy, whose bodies had been forged into larger and stronger forms through countless battles, roared in Affliction as they charged out of the inferno.
The Pyromaniac felt as if stars were exploding inside his body, and his body felt like it was on fire.
A wave of heat hit Sanchez, and even though he was wearing Power Armor, he felt a surge of heat and his body was soaked with sweat.
"Scatter, don't let a single one escape."
The Shadow of Order members, riding black Jetbike, dispersed to form an encirclement and fired explosives at Squig and the Orks.
Boom boom boom!
The explosive projectile struck the Ork, triggering a secondary explosion of the Promethium fuel, blasting the Orks's body into countless fragments.
Roar!
A deafening roar echoed from the sea of fire, and a tall, jet-black figure burst forth from the flames, towering even above the Shadow of Order riding on a motorcycle.
The warlord raised his left arm high with his large sword and brought it down with a fierce chop.
With a single stroke, he Shadow of Order and the motorcycle in two.