"Run straight behind me!!!"
Lu Jin roared at the Mortals surging toward him and charged the Warlords a hundred meters away, weapons in both hands.
He crashed through walls and smashed through buildings along the way, not taking a single detour. He reached them before they could use their Greenskin psychic power again.
The hammer howled through the air.
As the heavy-armored giant raised his hammer, one of the Warlords instinctively looked ahead.
The walls and chunks of buildings smashed apart along the path Lu Jin had just taken still hung in midair.
The Greenskins who had been hunting the humans had also been reduced to fragments, still suspended in the air without falling.
The Mortals remained frozen in the dazed, bewildered expressions they'd worn when they heard Lu Jin's roar.
A heartbeat later, Greenskin blood rained down on them.
The fragments fell.
The hammer fell before they did.
A thunderous boom.
One Ork Warlord was caught off guard and hurled two thousand meters by the impact. It used psychic power to cancel its physical momentum, then landed steadily.
The Warlord looked up again—
With a roar that made the blood run cold, the heavy-armored Big Shrimp charged into view. His body was coiled with power, and the hammer in his hand rose high once more.
Behind him—
The dust and fragments kicked up by the impact remained suspended, slowly bursting outward and swirling farther away.
An Ork's jaw, fitted with all manner of modifications, shot out of the smoke like a bullet, ahead of the other fragments.
The Warlord recognized its comrade from the assorted mechanical parts on the jaw.
It had to be admitted that, compared to other species, the Orks—biological weapons of war created by the Old Ones—did have their advantages.
Like right now.
In a state