Fire Wheel: Wilshire's Pre-Battle Speech
After Per occupied Starport, dozens of tugboats immediately headed towards it.
The magnetic grappling hooks adhered tightly to the stress points calculated by the Tech Sergeant, and the tugboat flew along the planned route, straightening the chain.
The massive starport was torn apart simultaneously by pulling forces from four different directions.
The tugboat flew into the dark atmosphere of Planet II, and released its magnetic grappling hook outside the range of the Ork anti-aircraft fire.
Four mountain-like pieces of debris hurtled rapidly toward the planet's surface.
The Mekboy pulled down their headbands, snatched binoculars from the humans, and stared intently.
Through the blinding light generated by the intense friction, they could see the steel parts inside.
The Deathskulls Clan Mekboy jumped up and down, shouting to the Scrap Boyz, "Something fell from the sky! Something fell from the sky!"
"Gork and Mork gave them to me!"
"Come with me, don't let those greedy guys steal them. Only I deserve them."
The Scrap Boyz roared with excitement as they followed the Mekboy into the mountain of garbage falling from the sky.
The rapidly falling wreckage of the starport disintegrated due to intense friction.
Debris of varying sizes rained down on the unfortunate Deathskulls Clan Ork.
Not a single Deadskull Ork escaped; in their plundering prowess, no other clan of Ork could match their frenzy.
The wreckage falling from the sky is the treasure they are desperately trying to seize.
Different bosses, and even the Mekboy under the same boss, launch ruthless attacks on their competitors.
The conflict escalated rapidly within days, with all five Ork Warboss leading their men into the fray.
More and more Orks tribes are joining the chaotic battle in a frenzy.
Nimrod did not rush to launch an attack; he continued to monitor the life count density in the chaotic battle area.
It wasn't until the twenty-fifth day after the chaotic battle began that he ordered the attack to proceed as planned.
As the fleet launched orbital bombardment around the battlefield to strike the Ork anti-aircraft facilities, Nimrod stood on the boarding deck, gazing at Wilshire as he delivered a pre-battle speech to the assembled Honor Guard members.
"Since I joined the Legion, I've heard a few people whisper our names."
"Now I'm asking you, what are your names?"
"Shadow of Order!"
More than five hundred voices answered in unison, echoing across the boarding deck, but Wilshire was not satisfied.
What are we?
Wilshire roared.
"Shadow of Order!"
Everyone roared, their voices deafening.
"We are the Shadow of Order, but we are more than just the Shadow of Order."
"We are the Honor Guard!"
A cheer responded to his words, but it wasn't enough, far from enough.
"Never before have you faced such consequences for your actions, and never again will you fight in the name of the Monarch's Honor Guard like this."
"No responsibility is more important than this, and no glory is more real than this."
"We are the Monarch's Honor Guard. On this day, we etch our legend onto the body of every Orks we slay."
Are you willing to stand with me?
Now cheers erupted, the cheers of the Honor Guard booming in the air around him.
Are you willing to stand with me?
Another roar erupted.
"Sons of the Monarch! We are the sons of Lord Nimrod!"
"The Ork dare to invade our cities and desecrate our world!"
"When the final dawn arrives, we will crush their corpses!"
Wilshire pressed the Runic Rune and raised his Power Hammer.
Blue light shone on his angular face, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind.
"We are the Shadow of Order! We are the Honor Guard!"
"Speak it out! Speak it out! Shout it out loud, so that the Orks below will hear our anger!"
"We are the Shadow of Order! We are the Honor Guard!"
The Honor Guard members sensed the fighting spirit rising within Wilshire, his fervor for the Legion and the Primarch.
"We are the Shadow of Order! We are the Honor Guard!"
The Shadow of Order sensed the rising fighting spirit emanating from their companions and felt the fervor of others.
Their emotions surged, igniting a frenzy.
Wilshire sensed the emotions of the Honor Guard members, and he was satisfied. He roared.
"For the Shadow of Order! For the Honor Guard! For the Monarch!"
"For the Shadow of Order! For the Honor Guard! For the Monarch!"
"For the Monarch! Speak louder!"
"For the sake of the Monarch!"
They can't hear you, brothers!
"For the sake of the Monarch!"
Wilshire deactivated the Runic Rune and shouted.
"Purification the filthy Orks! We are the Shadow of Order, we are the Honor Guard, for the Monarch!"
"For the Monarch! For the Monarch! For the Monarch!"
Wilshire waved his arm forcefully, and the Honor Guard members frantically scrambled into the Drop Pod.
Having watched Wilshire's entire speech, the Primarch keenly sensed all the Honor Guard members.
Even the Honor Guard members gathered behind him, who were not the audience for Wilshire's speech, were affected.
Their fighting spirit was high, and dozens of them even let out low growls.
Nimrod couldn't help but think to himself.
Wilshire was a born Chaplain.
He is also a perfect fit for the "Sun" Pathway. He possesses the traits of Sequence 9 "Bard", Sequence 7 "Solar High Priest", and even Sequence 5 "Priest of Light".
Unfortunately, I'm still missing one key ingredient for the "Bard" potion: the Golden Sunflower. I wonder when I'll be able to find it.
As Nimrod pondered this, he raised his hand and waved, and the members of the Honor Guard entered the Drop Pod one after another.
The black Drop Pod plummeted rapidly, crashing into the group of Orks.
Wilshire was the first of the Shadow of Order on Planet II, and he roared.
"For the sake of the Monarch!"
The Honor Guard members all heard his roar, and they poured out of the Drop Pod, chanting "For the Monarch!"
The Honor Guard unleashed a dense hail of bullets at the Ork with an attack speed far exceeding their usual rate.
They marched forward in orderly steps, fired, and changed magazines...
The Orks lay fallen in swathes, like Reaping passing through a wheat field.
As the Honor Guard advanced with unstoppable momentum, a deafening roar resounded.
A tall, Orks, its left eye flashing a blinding red light, its body covered in blue tattoos, and its back and right arm wrapped with machinery, roared as it charged forward.
The Ork Warboss roared, "Waaagh!"
The Ork roared "Waaagh" and charged toward the Honor Guard.
Explosions roared, and Orks soldiers fell in droves.
The Ork Warboss's body exploded, splattering blood and flesh everywhere, but he did not fall.
He swung his red Choppa at Wilshire.
Wilshire donned the "War Mask," drawing strength from his anger, and swung his Power Hammer to meet the attack.
A loud bang.
The Ork Warboss violently rammed Wilshire, sending him flying; his Bolt Pistol fell to the ground.
The Ork Warboss charged into the Honor Guard ranks, Choppa his slashing blade and smashing it down.
Choppa, shattering the black helmet and smashing the head of the Shadow of Order.
He swung his Choppa again, sweeping away several Honor Guard members who rushed at him.
Wilshire, having scrambled to his feet, knew he had to kill the Ork Warboss immediately to uphold the Honor Guard's beliefs.
Wilshire charged forward, his dark eyes fixed on the Ork was even taller and stronger than the Primarch.
The Primarch taught us that every enemy has a weakness!
Two steps away from the Ork Warboss, Wilshire's eyes suddenly lost all white, and black pupils filled his entire eyeballs.
Wilshire saw a hand-sized wound on Orks's right rib, hidden beneath the strange machinery.
He sidestepped the Ork Warboss's attack, then swung his Power Hammer with all his might.
The charged Warhammer struck the Ork Warboss in the right ribs.
The Disruption Field crackled and popped, and the wound burst open.
The Ork Warboss's body slammed heavily to the ground, and Wilshire swung his Power Hammer, smashing it into his head several times.
After killing the Ork Warboss, Wilshire muttered to himself.
"Just now I... used the 'Warp Insight' that my father taught us?"