The Greenskin boss roared in fury, swinging the massive axe in his hand with all his strength and bringing it down brutally upon Tyberos. The axe carved an arc through the air, whipping up a fierce gust as though it would tear apart everything before it.
But Tyberos remained calm. He nimbly sidestepped while raising the Power Sword in his left hand, effortlessly blocking the Greenskin boss's savage blow.
Tyberos immediately pressed his advantage, lunging forward as his right arm, like a venomous snake poised to strike, suddenly thrust out the Power Claw in his hand.
With a crisp hiss, the incomparably sharp Power Claw pierced through the Greenskin boss's hard, thick power armor and body as easily as cutting tofu.
Then Tyberos exerted force through his arm and violently tore the Greenskin boss's body into a cloud of crimson blood mist, spraying chunks of flesh and blood everywhere.
"Waaaaaagh!"
Accompanied by that deafening roar, filled with fury and savagery, a horde of Orks surged forward like a tidal wave.
They had witnessed their boss being slain, instantly igniting the blazing rage in the Orks' hearts.
Normally, when an Ork's direct superior was unfortunately killed, they would often fall into deep fear and scatter in panic.
But at this moment, the situation was entirely different. Perhaps it was because the supreme One-Eye boss still stood firmly among this Ork army.
His strength and majesty seemed to instill every Ork with an endless supply of power and courage, making them forget life and death and become fiercer and more fearless than ever.
The Orks' eyes were bloodshot, their faces twisted in savage fury as they madly accelerated toward Tyberos.
They tightly gripped all manner of crude, rudimentary yet lethal weapons, roaring fearsomely as they ran, seemingly determined to tear apart the