It had finally entered the fray itself!
Its enormous body, over ten meters tall, was covered in immensely thick biological armor. In one hand, it held a massive bone blade that shimmered with an eerie green light; in the other, it brandished a barbed whip that writhed like a living thing. Visible psychic energy crackled around it like black lightning, slightly warping the surrounding space.
It was the true centerpiece of this "counter-hunt"!
The Lictors were merely hounds sent to exhaust the prey!
The Tyrant's eyes, filled with cold intelligence and boundless cruelty, swept past the ordinary Orks trembling under its psychic pressure and locked straight onto the enormous green figure-the only one who could still barely stand upright.
It knew he was the ultimate target of its mission.
"Big Gun" Liu Zhipeng gritted his teeth, every bone in his body creaking in protest under that terrifying psychic pressure.
He knew that he and his pitiful band of Boyz had nowhere left to retreat.
Either this monster and those endless Lictors tore them to pieces here.
Or-
They killed it!
"All of you, get the hell out!"
With all his strength, he hurled the unconscious Git from his shoulder toward the only passage behind them that remained relatively safe. Then he gave the last and most unquestionable order to the twenty-odd Tunnel Rat Boyz still struggling to hold on behind him!
"Take him! Go!"
"That's an order!"
The surviving Orks froze. As they stared at their boss's mountainlike back, set with unwavering resolve, a burning emotion called tragic heroism welled up in their simple, muscle-filled brains for the first time.
"Boss..."
"Go!"
Liu Zhipeng did not look back again. Slowly, he raised the Power Battle Axe trembling faintly in his hands and aimed its blade, crackling with green lightning, at