"He is watching us."
"That Ork Emperor—the last Kork."
Lox stood upon twisted, scorched metal tracks. The space debris floating around him seemed repelled by some invisible force, actively avoiding this area.
Under the concentrated lance strikes of the human warships, the former Ork space station had been utterly destroyed. Only a few pieces of melted and re-solidified metal remained to prove it had once existed.
Although the main Ork forces had not yet been completely wiped out, with only a single star system left to them, they had already lost any possibility of winning this war.
The only possible outcome was the destruction of the Ork Empire. The only question was how many twists and turns lay ahead, and how many sacrifices humanity would have to make.
"The Battle White Dwarf's spaceborne weapons can effectively breach Greenskin Prime's energy shield."
"Once we break through their defenses, we can conduct orbital bombardment, then send in our landing forces to clean up the remnants..."
Just as Lox was discussing the next phase of the offensive with Dantioch, the planetwide energy shield before them suddenly began to dissipate and fade.
The lush green shield turned into specks of light and scattered away. Greenskin Prime's atmosphere was once more connected to space, and the barrier preventing humanity's attack had vanished completely.
"What are the Orks trying to do? Tear down their own walls?"
Lox's pupils narrowed. His heart trembled as his mind raced through the situation.
He could hardly believe what he was seeing, and he even began to wonder whether this was some kind of smokescreen deployed by the Orks.
But after careful observation, he finally confirmed that Greenskin Prime's shield had indeed fallen.
If they wished, the firepower of the human fleet could now be delivered directly onto the surface and