The Orks all went mad.
The inner walls crumbled rapidly under their frenzied assault.
The Killa Kan chased after fleeing soldiers and crushed them to death; the boys fought over who got to behead them.
The Mekboy kids even started disassembling the captured weapons on site, wanting to see how those massive guns were made.
Shanpang Guga stood on the ruins of the collapsed inner wall, his Power Claw crushing a piece of concrete.
It looked around and watched its minions wreak havoc among the ruins, dismantling discarded weapons and fighting for the heads of the resisters.
A sense of triumph swelled within its chest; these shrimps were nothing special after all!
However, when its gaze passed over its reveling subordinates and turned to a more distant place, its inflated emotions were quickly extinguished.
Less than a thousand meters behind the ruins of the first inner wall, another wall stands out prominently.
The wall was very low, only a little over three meters high, not even as tall Guga standing on his own.
The walls looked much simpler, seemingly made of hastily poured concrete slabs pieced together, but they were sturdy enough.
Most importantly, the outlines of some weapons can be vaguely seen on the top of the wall, with dark cannon muzzles pointing in this direction.
Guga narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong. Weren't there a lot of cannons?
And you can tell at a glance that its power is definitely strong enough!
"A second wall? Tear it down!" A large Orks nearby roared excitedly.
Clearly, it felt this low wall was just as vulnerable as the first one.
Its roar ignited the ferocity of even more Orks, and the bloodthirsty boys charged towards the seemingly fragile low wall without any hesitation.
The Guga animal let out a low growl, trying to stop it, but its pride as the leader wouldn't allow it to.
The fanatical Orks army charged into the firing zone of the second inner wall.
Or rather, they have always remained within the kill zone, but humans are simply waiting for enough of them to appear.
The heavy firepower covering that low wall simultaneously unleashed destructive flames.
Behind the Forbidden Wall, it quickly transformed into a hell of steel and fire.
The metallic storm of Heavy Bolter was like a meat grinder, tearing flesh and blood, along with the rudimentary armor, into a cloud of blood mist.
The armor-piercing ammunition belts of the Autocannon swept across the charging ranks like the scythe of death, slicing tens of thousands of Orks in half.
The crimson beams of the laser cannon precisely targeted and killed any targets that appeared to be leaders, leaving behind smoldering craters in the snow.
But this is just the beginning.
With a piercing whistle, the missile swarm soared into the air, splitting into a rain of missiles that covered the entire assault area.
The indiscriminate explosion hurled the Orks, along with the permafrost, into the sky.
Leman Russ Russ's main cannon roared, its blazing beams weaving through the densest part of the Orks.
In just a few dozen seconds, the charging green wave was reduced by half.
However, the enormous casualties did not cause the Orks to collapse; instead, after the initial shock, they were aroused to become even more ferocious.
The boys behind them stepped over the corpses of their comrades ahead, braving a hail of bullets, and continued their charge forward.
Outside the gap, a steady stream of Orks poured into it, forcibly filling the void created by the lack of firepower with sheer numbers.
A strange dynamic equilibrium has been established within the entire Forbidden Wall.
Humanity's heavy firepower relentlessly reaped lives, while the Orks maintained their waaaagh with their endless numbers and fearless madness.
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a loud bang came from the sky.
Six enormous figures tore through the smoke-filled sky, descending with an oppressive aura.
boom!!!
Six consecutive impacts shook the ground violently, and the Orks near the impact points were reduced to dust by the shockwaves.
As the smoke and dust cleared, six mechs stood tall in the center of the battlefield.
Leading the group was a silver-blue knight mech piloted by Quinn, its twelve-meter-tall body blotting out the sky.
Quinn St. Garus's arrogant voice echoed across the battlefield through external loudspeakers:
"Let's stop playing house here."
Two deep blue " Warglaive " class Armiger Knight quickly deployed to protect the flanks.
On the other side, Aiden St. Garus was already piloting a gray knight mech, accompanied by his two attendants.
It was like a sharp blade piercing the Orks madness.
The Orks were stunned by this sudden appearance of a "big thing" that was even larger and more imposing than the Gorkanaut.
But then, an even greater excitement and fighting spirit were ignited – that's what makes it exciting!
Quinn's mech made the first move.
He ignored the Ork Boyz swarming around him and fixed his gaze directly on Gorkanaut, who was tearing apart a human firing position with his Power Claw.
Two Armiger Knight Warglaive mechs flanked their lord, clearing away any Orks that tried to approach.
The ion shield lit up, blocking the continuous barrage of fire.
Quinn's knight strode heavily toward Gorkanaut.
Gorkanaut, sensing the threat, roared and swung its Gork Power Klaw at the enemy.
The Deffstorm Mega-Shoota in his left hand fired wildly, bullets splashing into dense ripples on the knight's ion shield.
The silver-blue knight neither dodged nor evaded; his Thunderstrike Power Fist struck first, carrying immense force!
Bang!!!
Thunderstrike Power Fist, with overwhelming force, first bent the wrist joint of Gork Power Klaw, and then slammed into Gorkanaut's ferocious-looking head.
With a sickening metallic creak, the steel head was slammed down with tremendous force, spinning seven hundred and twenty degrees on the spot!
The Knight Mech didn't stop moving; the Heavy Flamer built into its Power Fist fired at close range, tearing a hole in the thick chest armor of the Gorkanaut.
Immediately, the Melta Cannon of the right arm was precisely inserted into the breach.
The crimson light flashed and disappeared in an instant.
With a sudden burst of high-temperature steam, the entire upper body of Gorkanaut disappeared.
Only the massive chassis remained in place.
On the other side, Aiden's Grey Knights engaged in a firefight with Morkanaut.
Morkanaut's entire body flashed with laser weapons, and deadly beams kept shooting at the gray knight.
The gray knight moved steadily, his ion shield efficiently deflecting and absorbing energy attacks.
The missile pods on his shoulders and the Gatling gun in his hand kept firing back, each hit leaving charred bullet holes in the armor of the Morkanaut.
Whether in terms of firepower, shooting accuracy, or defensive capabilities, the Morkanaut is clearly at a disadvantage.
Soon, under the continuous and precise attacks of the knight mech, it was covered in smoke, staggered, and finally turned into an exploding fireball.
Having eliminated the two biggest threats, the six knight mechs did not penetrate deep into the Orks army.
They acted as "gatekeepers" of the inner wall, guarding the crucial position between the breach and the second inner wall.
They ignore the Orks constantly pouring in from the outside, but they will watch out for any Orks that try to break out of the pocket area and escape.
They would immediately be met with relentless firepower from the knight mechs.
Six Imperium mechs became one-way gates to death.
"What the Gorkanaut?!"
"A giant tin can is blocking the door!!"
However, losing their biggest "brand" and having their escape route cut off by an even more powerful being, this desperate situation ignited the most extreme madness in the Orks creatures' very bones.
Shanpang Guga watched as its "trump card" was easily destroyed, its not-so-simple mind filled with unease.
The last vestige of hesitation and calculation was burned away by the raging fire of anger.
"Damn shrimp!!!" it roared to the sky in a heart-wrenching voice.
All the anger, humiliation, and despair of having nowhere to turn transformed into a deep-seated hatred.
It no longer thinks about tactics or traps; it has only one thought.
Charge! Tear that bastard who tricked it to shreds!
"Waaaaagh!!!"
Guga swung its Power Claw and charged ahead of Leo and Lynn.
The leader's madness completely ignited the fighting spirit of the remaining Orks.
Retreat? What's that? Right now, all I can do is Waaaaagh!
The boys' eyes were practically glowing red; they ignored the barrage of fire pouring down from their flanks.
Ignoring casualties, they roared and charged towards the second inner wall, following their Warboss.
A restless, almost visible green aura emanated from them.
Intertwined and strengthened, a deep and savage resonance of souls from antiquity resounded in the air.
The Waaagh! Field reached its peak amidst desperation and rage.