Skulltaker's Request to Join the Battle!

The metal meteorite that crashed to the side of the World Eaters generated a shockwave and intense heat that instantly melted dozens of World Eaters!

The earth groaned in pain under the powerful impact, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly. The visible, violent shockwaves, like layers of surging tides, instantly wiped out the Daemon and World Eaters within a radius of hundreds of meters with unstoppable force!

Amidst the pungent, acrid smell of burning flesh and an overwhelming stench of Blood Qi, stood a gigantic, terrifying green figure.

It stood in the center of the crater, its massive body clad in grime-covered metal armor, with rough rivets welded to its joints. The fangs of an unknown behemoth hung on its shoulders like ornaments, and its metal jaws gleamed with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine. It was like a mobile fortress of death, its green eyes scanning the battlefield with a ferocious, menacing grin.

The Chainaxe, covered in a layer of blood, was held upside down in one hand, its teeth spinning wildly and emitting a hungry shriek.

It swung violently, the sonic boom of its serrated blades tearing through the air igniting the Orks' frenzy on the battlefield. "I am the Bonegrinder Saraka! To Gork and Mork, boys, crush these redskins for me!!!"

The World Eaters's Archon's face looked as if he had swallowed a dozen flies after seeing the enormous Warboss. No wonder so many Orks appeared out of nowhere; there was a "Warboss" after all!

Wait, Bonegrinder Saraca?

The World Eaters Archon's mind went completely blank for a moment.

Warboss are the core and soul of the Greenskin Orc tribes. They are the embodiment of power, brutality, and chaos, and also the leaders who command the entire Orks tribe and launch a large-scale "Waaagh".

A good Warboss's will and fighting spirit will strengthen the entire tribe.

This allows more and more Orc Boyz to unite their strength around a common goal, creating an even stronger "I think stance.

Warboss rise to power only through pure violence, and only the strongest and most cunning Orks can rule the tribe.

For them, failure meant death or being replaced by other Orks.

However, the Bonegrinder Salaka is unlike these traditional Orks, or even Warboss.

It is known as the great preacher of the Orks, and can easily incite Orks across the entire planet to join its bloody and fanatical conquest. There are even hundreds of millions of Orks willing to follow it and fight in its name!

Furthermore, it has repeatedly planned massive Orks horde attacks against the Armageddon star system.

The destruction of Paranis and Valantos led to an unprecedented famine and military shortage in the Sebastian Sector, allowing Chaos to take advantage of the situation and causing a far-reaching tragedies for the Imperium's Sorrow.

Saraka's tactical style is completely different from that of conventional Orks.

It is extremely obsessed with destruction, and has even completely destroyed the ecosystems and atmospheres of the planets it has occupied on several occasions.

The purpose of doing this was simply to ensure that even if the Imperium were to reclaim the planet in the future, it would be unable to develop or use it again.

The Imperium's Daemon Inquisitor, Karas Tek, once commented on it. "The Saracs are not traditional Orks. Their destruction has no strategic purpose; they simply enjoy the ritual of the withering of all things. I suggest prioritizing Extermination Order upon encountering them."

This also shows just how much weight "Sarakka the Bonegrinder" carries in the eyes of the Imperium.

However, the appearance of the Bonegrinder Saraca and his Orks tribe on Dragon Forest Star is not a good thing!

What's this guy doing here?

Didn't I hear it was killed by Yarrick of the Imperium in the Third Armageddon Campaign?

A series of questions occupied the mind of the World Eaters Archon.

But this Warboss was already burning with hunger. Saraca roared as he smashed through the World Eaters Terminator Squad, and then each step he took was like an avalanche, carrying boiling steam and thick green fog as he charged straight at him.

"Big Thing! My Big Thing!"

A deep, excited roar, like rolling thunder, rose from the Bonegrinder's throat.

Its single remaining eye was fixed on the World Eaters Archon and his elite guards, its greedy light flashing wildly, landing on the most conspicuous Archon —the one being fiercely protected by the Red Cans must be the most valuable spoils of war!

Broken!

The World Eaters Archon's Archon's pupils contracted. Damn it, he'd been targeted by this beast!

"Waaagh!!!"

The Bonegrinder roared to the sky, his voice like a tangible shockwave spreading outwards, even briefly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

Its massive body unleashed a terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its size. The heavy chainsaw axe dragged on the ground like a plow, turning the hard rock layers and the World Eaters into a bloody pulp!

The Archon and his conspicuous personal guard were clearly the most valuable enemies in the eyes of the Bonegrinder; its ferocious charge made it impossible for any enemy attempting to block its path to stop it!

Whether it was the World Eaters Terminator or the Orks Orc Boyz was equally bloodthirsty and wanted to seize its spoils, they were all turned to dust by its unparalleled brute force and the giant axe it swung casually!

Seeing that the situation had completely descended into "chaos," and with the World Eaters Archon entangled by the Bonegrinder no longer paying attention to them, Alvin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the situation he wanted: to keep the World Eaters and the Daemon Legion entangled with these crazed Orks, allowing them to escape. Then, Alvin's voice rang out in the communications array. "The opportunity has arrived! Everyone, move closer to me immediately! I will lead you away from here!"

The Supreme Grand Master, stationed at the front lines, swept his cold gaze across the battlefield and issued a precise and ruthless order, "Those still able to move, retreat immediately. Third, fourth, and sixth squads... remain in place and carry out the ambush mission."

"For the Emperor, for Ryan."

The three squads whose names were called upon did not hesitate to grab Bolter and Chainsword, taking the place of their snipers in the trenches ahead.

It is clearly impossible to evacuate everyone.

Regardless, they must leave some men behind to hold off the Chaos's attack in order to give more people a chance to survive.

"Now!" Azrael's voice was resolute, and the Chapter members, who were already prepared, turned and withdrew from the battle without the slightest hesitation.

They are not breaking outwards, but rather retreating inwards!

After hundreds of bloody battles, the Dark Angels, numbering less than a hundred, have been reduced to a mere hundred. The Sons of the Forest have suffered even greater casualties, with their first fully-equipped army reduced to less than fifty men.

These people surrounded Alvin, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

Alvin took a deep breath and hurriedly used his Psychic Power to communicate with the Warp.

A secluded, mysterious forest path appeared without warning from the ruined fortifications. Azrael glanced back at the members still holding their positions and coldly ordered in a completely emotionless voice, "Withdraw!"

The remaining Dark Angels and Sons of the Forest, maintaining perfect formation, swiftly and silently charged into the forest path one after another.

"Unique - Alvin!!!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the World Eaters Archon's eyes widened in fury, and he let out a roar of resentment!