Heaven Descends

As the happiest race in the entire galaxy, the origins of the Ork are shrouded in mystery.

Some say they migrated from Extragalactic Systems, while others say they have existed since ancient times and are native species of the Milky Way. But no matter how much they argue, the scholars of the Empire believe that the Orks are definitely not a species that evolved naturally.

And that is indeed the case. The Ork, the creatures jokingly referred to as "Orks" by all the races in the galaxy, did not evolve naturally; they are essentially biological weapons born for war.

The ancient civilization known as the Old Ones, even before the War in Heaven began, used their advanced technology to modify various derivative races, spreading life throughout the galaxy.

People like the robed little people in the Dark Angels' household, the exceptionally intelligent Space Apes (to prove his sense of humor), the Assassins, Hrud, and Laan —these are all races related to the Old Ones. Maybe even the dinosaurs were created by the Old Ones.

In short, these super-sized toads, known as the Old Ones, One Old Ones, or some other name for the Old Ones, were the creators of that time, with the Aeldari and the Ancient Orcs being the most famous among them.

Don't be fooled by the ferocity of the Orks nowadays; they are all inferior versions. Even the Ancient Orcs, who are over ten meters tall, wear high-tech armor, and have physical strength comparable to the Primarch, would have been nothing more than common soldiers during the War in Heaven.

The difference is comparable to that between a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a chicken.

Even after regressing to this extent, Orks are still a rather troublesome type of Xenos.

Unlike Rangdan, Orks don't need any so-called logistical system. Everything is imprinted in their genes, making them essentially plant-based beings, or rather, giant mushrooms with two legs.

Plant an Orks spore in spring, and before long, Ork Boyz will sprout up all over the mountains and plains. Among them are the Squigs, who can fight, eat, play, and be ridden, and serve as slave laborers, as well as the equally capable, playful, and powerful Gretchin.

Once their numbers reach a certain level, the Orks will start fighting amongst themselves, launching a Great Waaagh. They will also evolve rapidly during the war. Stimulated by the war, what might have been primitive tribes throwing stones at each other one day could turn into Village Brawl with knives drawn the next. Within a week, they will have evolved weapons and equipment comparable to those used in World War I.

In the initial stages, My Thinking Power will compensate for the tolerances of Orks artifacts, making the crudely made devices work. But when it develops to the point of flying into space, Orks technology will become much more reasonable.

After all, compared to the Ork Fighters, the Empire's creations, which Brute Force, were far more fantastical.

In Mordred's view, the Old Ones who could create such powerful war weapons as Orks were a god-like race. To this day, he still cannot fathom the mysteries of their genes and can only copy them, thus creating the second-degraded Lizardmen.

However, academic discussions are one thing; right now, Mordred just wants to kill these damned bugs to avenge the destruction of Orctavius.

"Second Brother, are you sure this is safe? Maybe we should just use Psychic Teleportation; this thing looks too unreliable."

"Yeah, what if it explodes halfway there?"

Inside the spaceport, a scrap ship converted from an asteroid is docked above the spaceport. The adorable-looking Spirit Lizard is busy running around, directing the Saurus to weld steel plates and use various scrap materials to add a disposable propulsion shell to the Jingba Mushroom.

These little creatures, molded by Mordred into commanders and craftsmen, are quite intelligent; they are the brains of the Lizardmen, functioning similarly to clever boys.

To make them more acceptable to the Empire, both the Spirit Lizard and the Saurus were designed to have a rounded appearance, giving them a cute and silly look that was much more pleasing to the eye than the Orks.

The Lizardmen's craftsmanship was undeniably crude, and you shouldn't expect the Saurus, whose intelligence is as questionable as that of the Ogryn, to be particularly clever. However, thanks to the correction of the My Thinking Power, it is still usable.

Once the living missile is modified, Atlas will step in to enchant it. With Vashtorr, that hardworking Black-hearted Foreman, around...

Atlas already has no shortage of Warp materials; what it lacks are those more specialized elite items.

These Cattle-like Demons, neither good nor bad, were deemed wasteful to use for burning Chaos Energy Crystal but not cost-effective to cultivate. Instead, they were recycled and became the source of Machine Spirit for Atlas's ordinary weapons.

Since the Death Guard reunited, the battle lines have devolved into a pointless war of attrition. The Orks couldn't breach the Ultimate Wall, and the Empire couldn't break through the Planetary Shields; neither side could gain the upper hand.

The Atlas, accustomed to long-range attacks and sniping, were forced to cower in their fortresses and fire cannons, but even with their abundant ammunition, they couldn't afford to waste it like that; it was utterly pointless.

Perhaps knowing there was going to be a fight, more and more Orks were heading towards Serenity. If they waited any longer, sooner or later some clever person would discover that they could take a detour, and that would be disastrous.

That's right. Due to time constraints, only half of the Ultimate Wall was built by Livyere. This means that the Serenity Sector near the Sol Sector is a vacuum, making it easy to Flank Attack.

In his impotent rage, Mordred decided he had to resort to the Empire's most classic tactic—boarding!

Seeing that 3,000 live missiles had been successfully modified and the 130,000 Lizardmen boarding force was ready, Mordred ignored the two hesitant and useless ones and directly called his offspring to prepare for battle, while he himself sat on the missile shell, transforming into his Beast Form.

"Fuck you stupid Orks! You dare to bomb my planet? You've really messed with me! I'm going to board you! Are you two coming or not?"

Mordred, her words now sweet as honey, completely disregarded her image, handing over command of the fleet to Goff and setting sail in her Junk Ship toward the enemy's lair.

Seeing that their Second Brother was starting to lose his mind, the two brothers had no choice but to follow Mordred's lead, find a live missile and ride it, while also ordering the legion to provide fire support for the boarding troops.

To ensure the boarding troops could pass smoothly, the Imperial defenders unleashed their best skills, disregarding whether the Gun Barrel were overheating and damaged, and bombarded the enemy relentlessly, Death Strike Missile like they were free.

As the Orks artillery fire was briefly suppressed, the Junk Ship, which had already stealthily crept to the rear, instantly opened its engine room, unleashing a dense barrage of live missiles.

After the boarding force had completely deployed, Seventh Company Livyere, piloting the Junk Ship, floored the accelerator and plunged headlong into the Orks planet. The Lizard Beasts, who were under heavy protection, experienced an instant mental climax.

Since joining the army, the Seventh Company has never been on the battlefield. After nearly a century of fighting, they've almost forgotten what it feels like to kill Xenos. Today, they must kill their fill!

"Blood Sacrifice to the Emperor, Offer Skulls to the Throne, Waaaagh!!"

Atlas's frantic roar instantly attracted the attention of the Khorne. Even amidst their busy schedule, they still managed to shower down a vast amount of blessings. The blood-red light spread upwards, allowing them to charge into the Void Shield without a single casualty.

It has to be said that the Khorne are really effective. Under the questioning gazes of Magnus and Mortarion, the Orks' cannonballs missed their targets by a wide margin, and even those that did hit were weakened by 80%.

Having already entered the atmosphere, Mordred stood atop a living missile, his body crackling with Emerald Lightning. His trench coat Gao Yang the gale, and he pulled out Rocket Launcher and fired.

The other Atlas behind them followed suit, transforming into their Demon Form and riding missiles across the sky, displaying their true style of superiority.

Such an awesome entrance instantly stunned the Orks. Even the Orks had never seen such a bizarre thing before, and they all crawled out of the bunker, wanting to see what this cool thing was.

But Mordred felt this wasn't enough. The Khorne had already exerted his strength; were the three of them still going to cower? He immediately opened his ferocious maw and Roared to the sky:

"You bunch of useless trash, hurry up and insert the coins! What are you all standing there for? I know you're watching me. Haven't you eaten?"

No one knew why Mordred was shouting at the sky. Mortarion thought his Second Brother had gone mad, but he soon realized that things weren't that simple.

Six seconds later, Divine Light of purple, green, blue, and red appeared from the void, directly triggering a celestial phenomenon that blessed all the boarding troops, illuminating the entire sky in one fell swoop.

Upon receiving the large donation, Mordred instantly swelled to twice its size, its tail even reaching the sky. In a daze, it could even see four figures smiling at it from the void:

"Get him, son!"

"Go for it, sweetheart!"

"Keep it up, kid!"

"Everything is going according to plan, hahaha!"

"That's right, with such Overlord's Will and such power, who the hell could withstand it! All troops, attack!"