This was a deadly move that Lynn had planned long ago.
Lictor had been lurking in the Orks camp for days, all for this day, to inject the virus into the stew they ate before every battle.
This virus specifically targets the circulatory system of Orks *, a fungus-like organism.
It can trigger severe stomach cramps in a short period of time, leading to nerve disorders and muscle loss of control.
Although not fatal, it is remarkably effective.
Guga also swayed slightly; it had the best constitution, so the Peyton Virus didn't have much effect on it.
However, it ate the most braised pork this morning, so its viral load was also the highest, which significantly affected its fighting ability.
Its strong physique prevented it from losing its balance, but intense pain and a strange sense of weakness swept over it, causing its muscles to twitch uncontrollably.
The boys' weakness caused the connection between the Waaagh! Field and itself to fluctuate, and the green aura dimmed considerably.
Unable to maintain its ferocious offensive any longer, it looked down in disbelief at its twitching arm and growled:
"What did you do, you despicable shrimp!"
Lynn straightened up, his Power Sword pointing directly at Guga, and said with a smug laugh:
"It's a virus! I put a virus in the stew you ate this morning!"
Just as the Orks were thrown into chaos, Hammond, atop the wall, astutely seized the opportunity and immediately gave the order:
"Full firepower! Assault team, charge!"
The human defenders, who had been poised for battle, unleashed their full firepower, the red beams of their laser cannons pouring down like a torrential downpour.
The deafening roar of the Heavy Bolter was deafening; shells exploded among the Orks troops, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.
At the same time, the assault team behind the wall, armed with Chainsword and power spears, charged out and began mopping up the incapacitated Orks, instantly reversing the battlefield situation.
Realizing he had fallen into a trap, Guga was consumed by rage, which completely overwhelmed his reason.
It transforms all its pain and anger into a destructive desire, its eyes bloodshot, ignoring the intense discomfort within its body.
Unleashing unimaginable power, with a suicidal stance, it pounced on Lynn and Leo, the green light on its claws almost solidifying.
"I'm going to tear you all to pieces!!!"
Faced with this deadly blow, Lynn remained completely calm.
" Rena, please help me one more time!"
The mini Ripper on its back instantly unleashed their potential, Psychic Power spread throughout its body along the symbiotic armor.
His purple eyes shone brightly, and he pointed his palm at Guga, unleashing an invisible but powerful shockwave of Psychic Power!
The Psychic Power shockwave Guga precisely in the chest and abdomen, causing the latter's massive body to stiffen abruptly, and the protective Waaagh green light around it to sway violently and dissipate.
Although the moment of paralysis lasted only a little over a second, it was enough for Lynn at that moment.
Lynn seized the fleeting opportunity, unleashing his full power in his Power Armour and charging forward. He activated the disintegration field of his Power Sword to its maximum, aiming precisely at Guga's neck.
Although that area was all fat and wrinkles, it was the weakest point in Guga's entire body.
"Pfft!"
A flash of sword light, and a swift horizontal slash sliced open Guga's fleshy neck, green blood gushing out like a fountain.
With an incredulous expression, Shanpang Guga's enormous head flew up, tumbled several times in the air, and then crashed to the ground.
Its eyes remained wide open, as if it hadn't yet realized it was dead.
The headless corpse crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The moment the Warboss died, the Waaagh! Field that filled the battlefield deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon.
Without the support of the force field and the leadership of their leader, the remaining Orks group fell into a state of great confusion and chaos.
Their initial fervent fighting spirit completely crumbled, replaced by instinctive fear and bewilderment at the thought that "the boss is dead."
They scurried about like headless flies, some trying to escape the battlefield, while others collapsed to the ground in pain, trembling, their morale completely shattered.
Without pausing, Lynn picked up Guga's still-bleeding head and strode toward the Cold Front Super-heavy Tank waiting nearby.
He leaped onto the tank roof, lifting Guga's head high, green blood flowing down his arm and dripping onto the tank's armor.
"The enemy is ashamed, I'll go and strip him naked! (The enemy general has already been killed by me!)"
"All troops, charge!!!"
Lynn's voice, amplified through the loudspeakers, resounded throughout the battlefield, brimming with confidence and inspiring power.
The morale of the human alliance soared instantly, and the soldiers roared with cheers as the armored formations rolled out from the passages pre-reserved in the inner wall.
The tracks crushed the Orks corpses, with infantry close behind, relentlessly pursuing the collapsing Orks.
The tide of battle turned completely, transforming from a gradually difficult defensive counterattack into a one-sided massacre.
The human army advanced like tigers descending a mountain, pushing towards the breach in the Forbidden Wall, with the screams of the Orks echoing endlessly.
But all they received in response were scorching hot bombs and icy cold bayonets.
Lynn stood atop the tank, holding the head of the Orks leader, his purple eyes scanning the entire battlefield.
His figure, like that of a war god, is deeply imprinted in the minds of every fleeing Orks.
The name "Purple Eyes" began to circulate among the Orks clan of Brevis, becoming a terrifying symbol that inspired fear in all who heard of it.
On the icy plains at the edge of the battlefield, the two forces had already arrived.
Snow Claw Rain, the great patriarch of the Snow Claw Clan, led his elite Snow Claw guards, hiding behind a massive ice hill.
She was clad in snow-white animal hide armor, and her rough female voice whispered in the wind and snow:
"Slaying generals on the battlefield, launching a counterattack in dire straits."
" The Dragon of Frost follows him, and he himself possesses extraordinary power and charisma. Could it be that he really is...?"
Her gaze was fixed on Lynn on the tank, her eyes filled with shock and joy.
Behind another ice hill not far away, the Ice Fang Clan's chief patriarch Ice Fang Kuai, was also lying in ambush with his personal guards.
He was short and stocky, wearing rough Power Armour, and had a deep, steady voice:
"It seems the news wasn't unfounded. Brevis needs a ruler like this, and the Icefield needs a savior like this."
His eyes were fixed on the figure on the tank, and he was convinced that Lynn was the " Ice Lord " who was prophesied to unify the ice plains.
After identifying their target, the two clan chiefs simultaneously led their teams stealthily in pursuit of Lynn's forces.
The intention is to make formal contact with this " Ice Lord ".
As they traveled, the same route silently brought their groups together.
The biting wind howled across the icy plains, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes. Snow Claw Rain and Ice Fang Kuai walked side by side, silent.
Their silhouettes appeared particularly lonely in the wind and snow. Their eyes occasionally met, but they quickly looked away, and an indescribable emotion filled the air.
The two of them, without prior arrangement, recalled how, many years ago, in the perilous landscape of this icy plain, the young him and she had fought side by side against a raging herd of Brevis cattle.
On the brink of life and death, they developed genuine feelings for each other, trusted one another, and fought together.
Ultimately, however, the blood feuds between the clans over generations and the responsibilities they each bore became an insurmountable chasm.
Forcibly separating them only left behind endless regret and helplessness.
This deep-seated old affection is now intertwined with our shared pursuit of the " Ice Lord ".
A choice that could change the fate of the ice plains and even the two races intertwined amidst the wind and snow.
They didn't speak, but silently quickened their pace, heading towards the direction from which came the roar of tanks and the shouts of soldiers.