Sword Pointing at Tyre

"Bro! You finally made it! Those Shrimp..."

Covered in soot and looking utterly bedraggled, Limp Luo led his dozen or so bodyguards to Beluf's position.

By then, the battle was gradually dying down.

Most of the humans had been killed. Even when the cavalry had opportunities to escape, they continued charging the Orks' lines again and again, trying to buy their comrades a chance to live.

But the disciplined Blood Axes Legion gave them few such chances. Their ruthless encirclement and gunfire wiped out most of the enemy. Riderless warhorses ran wild everywhere, only to be caught and devoured by the Jumpies.

Though some humans had successfully broken out, it no longer mattered. They had lost their organization, their formations, and most of their heavy weapons.

And once those weapons fell into Ork hands, they would soon become machines used to slaughter their former owners.

Yet when Limp Luo found Beluf, the sight before him gave him a fright.

Beluf's guards were digging a pit in the ground. Human corpses lay beside it, including that Imperial lieutenant general.

"...Bro, what are you doing?"

The Blood Axes warlord stood at the edge of the pit with his hands clasped behind his back.

Upon hearing Limp Luo's voice, he merely lifted his eyes and glanced at him without saying a word.

"You... uh!"

Under normal circumstances, Limp Luo would have fought this man to the death over such undisguised contempt. But today, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

As a result, his expression looked little better than the mud beneath his feet.

"All done, sir!"

The guard digging the pit set down his shovel and saluted Beluf, who gave a slight nod.

The other guards then tossed the human corpses into the pit one by one and covered them