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Having completed all this, Sibyl did not stop her actions.

From the perspective of completing the mission, this was still not enough.

Thus, Sibyl soon used her psychic control to grab two more Ork sentries and drag them into this secluded corner.

She repeated the same method, forcing them to eat the Ant-Ox Canned Food.

After waiting a few minutes, Sibyl saw that the ugly faces of the three Ork Boyz showed obvious discomfort, their rough muscles twisted, and their abdomens swelled up significantly.

Only then did the Inquisitor nod in satisfaction, manipulating them to walk toward the artillery position.

"What are you doing? Scram, go play somewhere else."

Seeing the Ork Boyz who should have been standing guard outside inexplicably leave their posts and walk over, the Mekboyz immediately dropped what they were doing and shouted loudly.

"Don't think that just because you beg me, I'll help you build a Big Boom... Wait, what's going on?"

One sharp-eyed Mekboy realized something was wrong and cried out in alarm.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The three Ork Boyz's bodies all stiffened at once, blood splattered, and bodily fluids sprayed out like a fountain, even splashing onto the faces of several Mekboyz standing nearby.

Thud.

The dull sound of heavy bodies hitting the ground rang out.

The Mekboyz stared blankly as three strange, twisted monsters burst out from the Ork Boyz's abdomens and landed on the ground.

They were enormous creatures, hunched over like apes, with blue skin, long claws dragging on the ground supporting their massive bodies. Their beast-like faces were mostly taken up by a pair of split jaws, and their evil compound eyes surveyed everything around them.

What the hell was this?

Following their Ork combat instincts, the Mekboyz unhesitatingly grabbed their Big Booms, muzzles spitting bullets that crackled and smacked against the monsters' bodies.

Of course, this was utterly useless.

This absurd creature called the Ant-Ox had defenses and vitality tough enough to withstand plasma; mere bullets only served as a bit of a massage.

Instead, this attack enraged the newborn Ant-Oxes.

With an extremely piercing shriek, the three Ant-Oxes charged irresistibly into the midst of the Mekboyz, swinging their sharp claws wildly. Blood splattered, limbs flew, and screams rose and fell!

"Don't panic! Watch me! Try this!"

One Ork Boy suddenly grabbed a large Melta Bomb and charged fiercely toward the Ant-Oxes that were slaughtering wildly.

But before it could get halfway there, the Ork's eyes widened, its body stiffened, and it yanked the Melta Bomb open. Then, under the incredulous gazes of the other Mekboyz, it hurled the Melta Bomb into a pile of nearby shells.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

One violent explosion after another rang out. Heavy artillery pieces were reduced to scrap metal one by one, and chaos erupted on the scene.

Hidden in the shadows nearby, Sibyl pulled her hood lower, attracting no attention, and drifted away.

The mission was not yet complete; she could not rest.

There were still many artillery positions set up inside the Hive City, and the Inquisitor needed to destroy as many as possible.

This was only the beginning.

"Soldiers of the Armageddon Steel Legion, listen to me! The final war is at hand!"

Outside the Hive City, Yarrick, wearing a standard Astra Militarum Commissar uniform, stood like a pine tree atop a raised platform made of piled earth. The sound amplification array carried his voice far and wide.

Below the platform, soldiers of the Armageddon Steel Legion, fully re-equipped, stood in neat square formations, their military bearing solemn and filled with killing intent.

After fully accepting and digesting the support equipment from Rowan, the morale of this Astra Militarum force had essentially reached its peak.

Looking at the Astartes standing in formation alongside them, at the Super-heavy Tanks that were rarely seen before, at the precious equipment issued to every single soldier...

Even a veteran with a somewhat pessimistic mindset like Burke was completely revitalized, recognizing an obvious fact.

In this campaign, the only thing they needed to worry about was their own lives, with no concern whatsoever for victory or defeat.

Because the Imperium was certain to win.

"I know that the endless battles have worn you out. But these wars, one after another, have hammered our bodies and minds like a heavy forge, tempering every one of us. And what makes me proud is that, before this, in our clashes with the Greenskins, we have won victory after victory!"

"But now is not the time to rest!"

Yarrick spoke with impassioned fervor, raising his hand high and pointing toward the Hive City visible on the distant horizon.

"Look! That is the Ork lair! Those damned Xenos, with their cunning tricks, stole the sacred property that belongs to humanity and claimed it as their own."

"And the people who originally lived there—our compatriots who share the same blood, the same subjects of the Divine Emperor—suffer their inhuman torture and slaughter! Without a doubt, any human being cannot turn a blind eye to this!"

"We are the Astra Militarum, the Emperor's holy hammer! We will bring humanity's punishment to those damned Xenos!"

"Now, everyone can see that reinforcements have arrived! We will stand united, fighting shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor's Angels of Death. Our strength has reached an unprecedented peak!"

"And those Orks, who have already crumbled before us, will taste the bitter fruit of defeat once again!"

"My orders are: attack! Attack at any cost, by any means necessary! Until every last Ork on this planet is driven out!"

"For the Emperor!"

Yarrick roared, his fervent spirit infecting everyone present.

"For the Emperor!"

All the soldiers of the Armageddon Steel Legion bellowed in unison, the rolling waves of sound spreading across the entire plain.

Then, under Yarrick's command and organization.

Burning with towering fury and hatred for the Xenos, the soldiers boarded their armored vehicles. With an unstoppable momentum, steel tracks churned up billowing dust across the plains as they drove toward their objective.

At that very moment, the Orks in the Hive City were busy dealing with their chaotic positions and hunting down the panicking Ant-Ox that had scattered everywhere, completely unaware of what was about to descend upon them.