Heretics' Heretics

To the Greenskin Orks, tactics, strategy, and the basics were all just nonsense. They worshiped frenzied assaults, slaughter, and trampling all life beneath their feet.1

Frantic, unreasonable, and completely chaotic.

Yet it was precisely this kind of assault that made the unprepared Khorne Legion experience once more the pain of being stabbed in the back by these inferior creatures.

In the ensuing melee, the first to bear the brunt were the Iron Warriors responsible for the flank defenses. Their supposedly impregnable defensive lines were like paper in front of the crude, shoddy, completely unreasonable super-cannons built by the Greenskin Mekboys.

After just one barrage, countless heavily armored Iron Warriors were blasted into the air along with the ground beneath their feet. They were turned into twisted metal and bloody sludge that rained down with a splatter.

"Roar—!!!"

Skulltaker Saraka was even more ferocious and savage. Relying solely on his exaggerated arm strength, he tore a Hell Beast apart, then raised half its blood-soaked lower jaw toward the sky and unleashed a soul-shaking roar. The sound waves spread outward like tangible shockwaves.

"Boyz!" His massive body had undoubtedly become the focus of the battlefield, and his terrifying "Warboss aura" affected every Greenskin Ork. "Stomp those red cans flat! Go loot, kill, and pillage!!!"

As an invisible force spread outward, as if the Orks' unique domain were expanding, the Greenskin Orks joining the battlefield seemed to fall instantly into a state of extreme frenzy. Their pairs of savage, scarlet eyes made no attempt to hide their greed as they roared and charged toward the Chaos Legion!

The World Eaters battling the Dark Angels were suddenly struck from behind by countless Killa Kans and Ork Boyz. In an instant, their formation descended into chaos.

"Now!"

Alvin seized the opportunity. His psychic power erupted