"Gargantuan?"
Inside the cramped tank, Yarrick heard Rowan's words and narrowed his eyes.
"This commotion... The Orks' Gargantuan shouldn't be that big."
Drawing on his knowledge of the Orks, he quickly asked, "Could you describe the size of that heavy mech?"
"See for yourself."
Rowan raised his hand and activated his Reality Warping Ability, reshaping the dim light around them with his will.
A lifelike hologram appeared inside the tank compartment, and a swaggering model of the Gargantuan came into view before Yarrick.
After quickly examining the Gargantuan and the Ork Tanks beside it, Yarrick estimated its size using them as a scale. His expression grew visibly grim.
"This isn't looking good. Those Orks have clearly built something enormous. The size of that Gargantuan... It looks like it's already bigger than a Warhound-class Scout Titan."
This was all wrong.
Normally, an Ork Gargantuan was supposed to be comparable to a Knight of the Imperium of Man—a term for a type of enormous knight mech. It wasn't supposed to be Titan-sized.
But everyone knew that Ork creations never followed convention. Depending on the scrap they found and whatever happened to be going through a Big Mek's head, the things they built could vary enormously, often giving enemies who expected the usual a nasty surprise.
Now, it was the soldiers of the Armageddon Steel Legion who were about to experience that surprise.
"Too bad we don't have any Shadowsword Super-heavy Tanks specifically designed to hunt Titans."
Yarrick immediately assessed the situation. "But it doesn't matter. A Titan-class unit isn't invincible, especially when we have this many Super-heavy Tanks."
"Our assault has gone relatively well so far, and we still have a large part of our armored force intact. We just need to use it for sacrifices at the right time."
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