From the Sky

"Humies! Humies! Humies!"

"Humies! Humies! Humies!"

Outside Guardian Domain, Ork cries filled the heavens. Several million Greenskins from across the planet had gathered here, their savage shouts and primal roars echoing through the sky.

They stomped the ground in unison and chanted together, their voices merging into war drums that shook the earth.

The Greenskin battle line stretched for dozens of kilometers, with no end in sight. Within a depth of five kilometers stood dense arrays of siege engines, while the plain before the city had become a green ocean.

The Greenskin boss stood nearly seven meters tall, like a humanoid tank. He leaned against a throne made of tusks and beast hides, continuously working his throat as he roared challenges.

His mismatched armor had been painted red. A massive power claw hung from his left hand, while two human firearms had been brutally welded side by side onto the armor plate on his right arm.

"The humies are coming out! The humies are coming out!" A Greenskin Boy lowered his binoculars, pointed at Guardian Domain's gates, and shouted in celebration.

"Waaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Waaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!!!"

The green sea stirred. Greenskins opened their huge mouths, bared their tusks, and roared loudly, venting the violent battlelust crushing their hearts.

They only needed one command from the boss before they could charge over and happily fight the humies.

"Boyz! Wait until all the humies come out, then we'll charge over and smash 'em!" The Greenskin boss calmed his restless subordinates, a vicious grin spreading across his lips.

Under Brother Gao Mao's guidance, he knew the humies had reached the end of the road. They were merely making the last struggle of cornered beasts.

"Wait! Wait! All of them! All of them! Tear them apart! Tear them apart!"

The Greenskins were terrifyingly imposing as they restlessly waved their weapons, crimson eyes fixed on the humans leaving the city.

Faced with such a sight, ordinary people might have already been scared out of their wits and turned to run.

The Night Watchers paid them no heed. Even amid the Greenskins' bloodthirsty cries, not even their heartbeats changed in the slightest.

They formed up in orderly ranks and slowly marched out through the city gates. Behind the elongated V-shaped viewing slits of their power armor helmets, their gazes were fearless and unwavering.

Fewer than twenty thousand strong, all their forces had now emerged from the gates. They formed a battle formation to ensure their ranks would not be scattered by the charge.

Their pure white power armor was covered in scars from countless battles, and a grim killing intent spread through the human formation.

Now, no battle plan was needed. The Night Watchers would protect the Nul People one last time. Until the last soldier fell, no enemy would cross their line of defense.

The automated weapons atop the city walls began charging. Young noncombatants formed conscript units, picking up firearms on the walls to provide what little long-range firepower they could.

"Night Watchers! We have two ways to die now." King Norwick raised his sword at the front of the formation and shouted. His presence even overwhelmed the Greenskins' roar. "We can be swallowed by the green tide on the walls, or be swallowed while charging forward. Which do you choose?"

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

The Night Watchers slammed their right fists against their breastplates. The ringing clangs were endless, and their fearless resolve did not waver before millions of Greenskins.

Warriors should die at the front, not beside women and children.

"Forward! Humanity endures!"

King Norwick issued his final command and stepped into the battle formation, where a place awaited him.

"Humanity endures!"

The Night Watchers raised their energy spears and twisted their metal shafts. Azure beams shot from the energy blades at the spear tips, striking directly into the Ork formation.

Guardian spears were not only for close combat; they were also powerful ranged weapons.

By increasing their power output, the activated dimensional beams rapidly extended beyond the protective force field constraining their tips, releasing long-range rays with equally devastating cutting power.

"Boyz! Charge! Chew up the humies!" The Greenskin boss stretched his neck and roared thunderously, saliva spraying from his crude, massive mouth.

The Greenskins surged forward like a tide. Each flash from the Night Watchers' weapons blew apart more than a dozen Greenskins, but before they could fire again, the gaps were filled by more Orks.

The youths atop the walls fired with resolute faces. They needed no aim; blue energy beams fell into the green ocean and stirred wave after wave of ripples.

The Night Watchers were valiant and skilled. They were warriors through and through.

Trained as warriors throughout their lives, they wielded their guardian spears into blurs. The two-foot energy blades swept lightly through the air, precisely splitting open Ork skulls.

Every sweep of a spear cut several Greenskins in half at the waist. With the next upward slash of the light blade, more Greenskins were cleaved in two.

Unfortunately, before the endless sea of Greenskins, it was all futile. It was only a matter of time before the human army was submerged.

The Ork boss paced anxiously around his throne, constantly waving his power claw and yelling for his underlings to toy with the human army.

He even strictly forbade them from using ranged weapons. He wanted them to fight happily with teeth and blades.

The Night Watchers possessed extraordinary resolve. The Orks they slew piled into small mountains beneath their feet, yet the Ork tide never ceased for a moment.

They were pure warriors capable of holding off a hundred enemies alone, carrying out the most efficient slaughter with the simplest techniques.

But what did that matter? Even if the Night Watchers could fight a hundred, or even a thousand, alone, what then?

The sea-like Greenskin Orks could not be killed or cut down fast enough, giving the valiant warriors not a moment to breathe.

Finally, after one warrior had swung his blade without pause, fired continuously, and slaughtered countless Greenskins, an unbearable fatigue rose in his muscles. For an instant, his fluid movements inevitably slowed.

A Greenskin seized the chance and crashed into his arms, knocking him to the ground. It swung its crude blade down against the pure white armor, and the activated defensive force field flared blue.

The guard drove his knee into the Greenskin, utterly unfazed by the Ork's hideous face. Calmly, he drew the hilt at his waist, and a blue light blade sprang forth.

With a casual swing, the dimensional blade passed through and sliced off the Ork's wide-mouthed head. Before the heat of its breath had faded, the guard was already back on his feet, kicking up his spear and returning to formation.

More guards were pressed to the ground by Greenskins. Gaps that could not be filled opened in the formation, and the Orks gradually drowned the human forces through absolute superiority in numbers.

The War Fortress hovering in the air had pushed the firing rates of its weapons beyond their limits, and its energy conduits had been overloaded for a long time.

Even so, the artillery fire crashing into the Ork lines was no more than a drop in the ocean. Before absolute numbers, it could not stir even the slightest ripple.

At the center of the human line, King Norwick and the Grand Swordmaster stood shoulder to shoulder, sword against sword, fighting together in flawless coordination.

"Xilan." King Norwick cut off a Greenskin's head and called to his friend. "It is an honor to fight beside you as a warrior."

The Grand Swordmaster wielded twin blue light swords. His swordsmanship was precise and lethal, harvesting Greenskins like a meat grinder, yet he still had the leisure to answer, "The honor is mine as well, King Norwick."

Lightning crackled behind them. The High Priest's eyes shone azure as he murmured magical incantations, guiding lightning through faith and sending it bursting from his palms. Entire swathes of Orks fell amid the electric light.

The High Priest remained humble and composed, utterly unconcerned by being surrounded by Greenskins. He even wore a hopeful smile.

Every detail—the way warriors fell, the twitch of Greenskin muscles as they leaped—was exactly the same as the scenes in the prophecy.

High Priest Isaac closed his eyes. In the gods' prophecy, this place would no longer be a land where humanity suffered. The Child of the Gods was about to descend upon Nul.

The priest chanted another spell and unleashed lightning once more. At last, the prophecy flashed forth from his soul—the moment of the divine child's arrival had come.

When Isaac opened his eyes again, tears welled up uncontrollably. He had seen the prophesied child's descent!

"Night Watchers, hold on! We are saved!" Empowered by his spell, the High Priest's voice overwhelmed the earthshaking cries of battle and reached every warrior clearly.

"Our savior has descended from beyond the heavens. He shall bring destruction upon our enemies!"

The High Priest raised his staff toward the sky. The azure heavens were cloudless for thousands of miles, yet in the direction he pointed, a golden star appeared.

Something was passing through the atmosphere, rubbing violently against the air and flickering with a faint light of hope.

This was nearly impossible! The Night Watchers who witnessed the phenomenon stared in shock.

The Ring of Nul surrounding the planet generated a gigantic energy shield that covered the entire world. Almost no substance could pass through it.

An unbelievable miracle had occurred, bringing boundless encouragement at humanity's darkest hour.

King Norwick's eyes filled with tears. The artificial object was rapidly passing through the atmosphere. Perhaps the outside world had returned to normal, and other humans had come to rescue them.

"For humanity!" He raised his sword and shouted, his face flushed red. His roar inspired the warriors and unleashed the last trace of their potential.

The Night Watchers rallied once more and bravely slew their enemies. The surviving soldiers erupted with unmatched strength, carving a bloody path as they converged toward the center.

"Waaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Greenskin boss excitedly leaped down from his throne. The potential the humies had unleashed had stimulated him; he had to go down and fight to his heart's content.

Veins bulged across his green skin. In his excitement, the boss's power claw opened and closed involuntarily. He moved his legs, jumped from the throne, and led his personal guard toward the front line!

Charging wildly forward, unstoppable!

The Ork boss sprinted through the green sea. Before he even reached the human line, quite a few Orks had been trampled into pulp beneath his feet.

The boss did not care. All he wanted now was to charge into the humie formation and slaughter to his heart's content!

As he drew closer, the Greenskin boss could practically smell the weariness on the humies. Yet they were extremely excited, pointing and gesturing behind him with unusual enthusiasm.

Is there something behind this boss?

The Greenskin boss turned around in confusion and saw a fireball in the sky, plummeting at tremendous speed toward the center of the Ork army, where his throne stood.

Before he could understand what was happening, the fireball, carrying enormous kinetic force, struck directly into the Ork formation. The Ork boss's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

His final question was, Why was a fireball falling from the sky?

"Boom!" The fireball struck the ground! It was as though heaven and earth had been split apart!

After the shockwave came a thunderous roar. A violent explosion echoed across the wilderness, and a mushroom cloud blossomed outside the walls of Guardian Domain.

Dust thrown into the air slammed against the city walls with the shockwave. Some people were caught unprepared and swept away like leaves in the wind.

On the battlefield before the walls, the Orks fled in all directions in terror.

Blue light flickered across the Night Watchers' bodies as their personal defensive force fields resisted the shockwave. They knelt on one knee and drove their spears into the ground to keep from being blown away.

The High Priest's staff fell to the ground. Gritting his teeth, he spread his hands and raised a translucent magical shield, protecting King Norwick within it.

Dust filled the air. Amid flying sand and stones, the Orks cried out as they scattered and fled, while the human warriors, though deafened and blinded, struggled to steady themselves.

As the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, King Norwick and the others struggled to rise, only to be stunned by the sight before them.