Tyre! (25)

Following Guk, Mangul led his Court Guard in sweeping through a broad, winding road. The citizens of Tyre called it Snail Street, one of the main routes leading to Tyre Cathedral.

The Court Guards swung their heavy weapons as they fired bullets into every enemy's chest.

The killing machines in gray-white armor spread out in a ring, while the defenders fell beneath their feet.

As they advanced and fired, hills of piled flesh gradually formed around them, while corpses felled in close combat lay beneath their boots.

There were soldiers among them, and civilians as well.

Though Guk had not ordered the city slaughtered, he had no intention of protecting civilians either. Whether they lived or died depended entirely on the mood of whoever held the weapon.

Clearly, most Orks were in a pretty good mood.

As they advanced, a large force of militia suddenly charged out from the buildings on both sides, intending to halt the Court Guards' push.

At once, weapons on both sides began roaring.

But they were far too hasty, without even a proper plan. They simply fired wildly and hurled grenades. To veterans hardened by countless battles, there was nothing sudden about such an attack.

The Court Guards quickly moved to either side, leaving the densest concentration of fire and forcing the militia back into the buildings where they had hidden, denying them any chance to gather together.

Gradually, the thunder of Ork guns drowned out the sharp cracks of human rifles.

Mangul, who favored close-quarters slaughter, silently charged into the sea of people. His humming Phase Axe turned enemies into pulp one after another, smashing Shrimp long necks and flat heads apart again and again.

"Villain! Die!"

Suddenly, a distinctive roar rang out. Two large figures leaped at Mangul, clad in ornate metal armor