After smashing through the Fifteenth Garrison Division's outer positions, Warlord Bucktooth swiftly committed his main force to the battlefield, crushing the enemy's repeatedly battered line in one sustained push.
He himself led the most elite troops forward, heading straight for the faintly lit district beyond the line—the outer urban area of Dunwich, and one of the city's major slums.
As he advanced, he did not forget his other mission.
Slaughter.
He moved forward step by step. Every bodyguard and lad cut down at his side was replaced by another. Enemy fire sent ripples across the protective field before him, while the brightness of its flickering white halo was inversely proportional to the bullets aimed at him.
As one of the Orks' most trusted warlords, he possessed a suit of high-tech armor with its own protective field, personally crafted by the great Mek Euclid.
Amid the flying shells, the warlord marched toward enemies desperately trying to kill him, even as stray bullets swept over the bodyguards who mindlessly rushed forward to serve as walls for him.
Then he raised his big gun.
It was an enormous two-handed weapon, made exceptionally heavy by its thick metal casing and the complex, mysterious technology concealed beneath its rare decorations.
Despite its advanced arcane technology, its firing mechanism was located inside.
He blinked and pulled the trigger, firing a mass of highly unstable matter into the ruined bunker.
BOOM~~~!
A chain of implosion pulses pulverized the permanent concrete, shattered the rebar, and burst the organs of the human soldiers hiding within, killing them instantly.
But Bucktooth merely sneered, stepped over the rubble, and continued onward.
At the beginning of the war, Dunwich had started building rudimentary fortifications around its urban outskirts, and the city wall was part of them. It had been intended to prevent