The Nightmare King's Grand Move

"Ha ha ha ha! Look! I told ya there had to be more demons in this huge underground hole!"

"Charge! Kill 'em all!"

"I'm gonna smash their skulls!"

"Waaagh!"

"Waaagh!!!!!"

Accompanied by the excited roars of the Ork Boyz, hundreds of green-skinned warriors armed with guns and melee weapons charged into the passageway within the mountain, launching an assault on the countless demons packed inside.

The stunned, bewildered expressions on the Fallen Rogues and higher demons made it obvious that they had been thoroughly frightened by the enemy's fanaticism and enjoyment.

Under normal circumstances, when humans from Sanctuary World encountered the forces of Hell, their first reaction was usually fear and terror, followed immediately by the urge to turn and run.

But these Orcs were different. Not only were they not frightened by the demons' hideous appearances, immense strength, and magical abilities, they howled and rushed forward as though they had discovered treasure.

And judging by their numbers, the demons were clearly the ones with the advantage.

Obviously, these demons did not understand that the Orks' obsession with war had absolutely nothing to do with numbers.

Even a small Horde of only a few thousand would dare charge a heavily armed position defended by tens of thousands.

To them, war was like a narcotic to an addict. Even if they knew they would die, they had to enjoy themselves first.

Whenever war broke out, the Waaagh! Field produced by the gathering of vast numbers of Orcs continuously stimulated their nerves, causing them to secrete a hormone that filled them with incomparable joy.

"Kill these stupid, ignorant mortals! I'll use their heads as decorations!"

A higher demon had clearly been enraged and issued an order to the legion under his command.

Although he had recently heard that a group of