The suddenly shattered blockade gave the Orks the desperately needed support, immediately changing the situation on the battlefield. Though the demons still came without end, the Orks now had a chance to keep advancing.
Guk immediately ordered the Gork Gargant and the Mork Gargant to blast a gap through the demon legion's ranks. The Scrap Iron Blocks then followed, widening the breach and giving Guk a chance to face the true enemy.
Things went smoothly at first. The war machines plowed a path through the densely packed demons with savage cannon fire, and the Scrap Iron Blocks that had long been in position immediately filled the opening.
Leading them was, naturally, the earliest Scrap Iron Block—Wiken.
At that moment, clanging noise filled the already shattered battlefield. Jets of steam occasionally burst from the cracks in the ground, carrying the pungent smell of cut and crushed stone.
Because the Snotling supply team had gotten lost on the way out, Wiken and the others could only fight with the ammunition they had on hand. As he reloaded, he cursed those unreliable little bastards.
"I'm gonna—wring their necks!"
Though ammunition was scarce, he did not stop moving. His sensors continued searching the shrouding steam for targets he might have missed.
More than a thousand demons lay scattered across the floor. Their bodies had been thoroughly pulverized by Ork Titan firepower, leaving only twitching chunks of flesh. The air reeked strongly of rust.
The other Scrap Iron Blocks spread out around Wiken, each one like a construct of stone, utterly unmoved by the cultists' light firepower.
"No one can stop me!!"
Normally, slaughtering fragile Shrimp was a waste of the Scrap Iron Blocks' strength. But most of the time, they had little choice. Being able to face "tougher" demons today made Wiken very excited.