Ork Tyrant
Chapter 1144

Decision Hour (VII)

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"Look!"

Kundraka shouted.

"It's bleeding!"

"Not enough!"

Kaoreish shouted back just as loudly.

"No matter how many spears you have!"

"Watch this!"

No sooner had Kundraka spoken than a shrieking beam like a towering wall struck their cover, sending every Ork diving to the ground.

The scorching air hissed, sucking away the oxygen amid thunderous roars.

"That huge choppy!"

Ur roared, pointing at the sword the Wanderer had swung.

"He's going to take it head-on!"

Guk faced the colossal machine alone, his metal cape spreading behind him like an eagle's wings.

As AAAGH Energy surged, his supernatural body swelled with power. For a moment, he seemed as tall as the Wanderer.

In the biting gale, his loosened Squig braids whipped outward like a stiff red mane, lightning curling around his limbs.

Guk drew back his arm, then hurled the warhammer in his hand with all his strength after a brief charge-up.

With a thunderous blast, the air erupted in surging blue flames, and the flying warhammer struck the Wanderer squarely in the chest.

The next enormous crash was the sound of its heavy executioner sword smashing into the ground.

Its tip was barely half a meter from Guk. It had needed only one more half-step, and that blow might have shattered the field woven by Mogtrakka and split the protected tyrant in two.

But it would never take that half-step.

The instant the warhammer struck, bolts of lightning shot from the surrounding High-High Towers, utterly annihilating the Wanderer's AI circuits.

And so it died.

Amid heavy footsteps, the silver-white Gork stepped forward, raising the sawblade on its weapon arm like an executioner.

With a sharp crack, the mechanical arm came crashing down.

The rapidly spinning sawblade sliced through adamantium as though the armor did not exist.

When the severed mechanical

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