A 15-meter-long, all-black, Cold Front Super-heavy Tank charged at the forefront of the entire Expeditionary Force.
This tank is a prized possession of the Ryan Union, a mid-level unit in Brevis, and its armor is three times thicker than that of a regular Leman Russ.
Equipped with a Volcano Cannon and four Heavy Bolter, it was capable of withstanding the Orks ' fire head-on.
On the tank turret stood a human man wearing a platinum-colored, precision-engineered Power Armour.
He wore a helmet carved with the wings of a golden eagle and held a greatsword engulfed in flames, the Sword of Valenia.
His upright posture, like a pine tree, stood atop Cold Front Super-heavy Tank, inspiring the entire expeditionary force.
Just then, a towering Goffs Clan giant, standing three meters tall, roared and charged out of the ruins, wielding a massive, blood-stained axe.
He leaped onto the hood of the Cold Front Tank, raised his giant axe, and brought it down with a powerful, splitting blow towards Lynn.
"Go to hell, you shrimp!"
Lynn remained unfazed, using one hand to raise his sword and block the powerful attack from the Goffs.
Amidst a series of crackling and sparking sounds, Lynn forcefully shoved the big guy away.
At the same time, he gripped the sword with both hands, Sword of Valenia drew a magnificent arc, so fast that its trajectory was impossible to see.
Pfft!
Goffs's head shot into the sky in an instant.
Green blood spurted from his neck like a fountain.
His body remained in the axe-wielding posture as he slammed heavily onto the front of the tank, then slid to the ground and was crushed into a bloody pulp.
"For the emperor!!!"
Lynn raised the holy sword high and let out a roar.
His voice, amplified by the Power Armour's loudspeakers, resounded throughout the entire battlefield.
"For the emperor!!!"
All the Expeditionary Force soldiers responded with unwavering loyalty.
The coach's bravery completely ignited their fighting spirit.
The soldiers shouted and followed the tanks, charging towards the remaining Orks army.
They stood in neat formation, their Lasgun flashing continuously.
The tank tracks rolled over the Orks corpses and continued forward.
Not far away, Toothy his grip on the Squig beneath him, staring Daidai at the Cold Front Super-heavy Tank.
Looking at that human figure standing on the tank, fighting a bloody battle.
For some reason, that figure gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
The way he swung his sword, and the way he dodged to the side.
His confident aura and the calm indifference in his eyes...
It's almost exactly the same as Seven-Smasha.
Countless images flashed rapidly through his mind...
The first time we met, he was that dim-witted kid in the dung heap, who almost got knocked over by Squig.
He led him to ambush Awen, letting him taste victory for the first time, and even gave the credit to himself.
He taught him how to repair weapons, manage the clan, and deal with those big guys.
Before he died, he touched his forehead, smiled, and said, "Forgive me, Toothy, it won't be long before we meet again."
All the clues connected at that moment.
Toothy was jolted, as if struck by lightning.
The weapon in his hand clattered to the ground.
He finally understood.
He survived Seven-Smasha people alone.
The person he cherished most, the one who changed his life, the one he was willing to give everything to follow.
It turns out to be Carl II, the Orks ' number one nemesis, and the supreme commander of the human expeditionary fleet!
He was unsure whether to laugh or cry.
He had actually "recognized a thief as his father," following the human leader and serving as the leader of the Orks clan for so long.
She actually cried her heart out for a human, and almost died with him.
But... but those days were real.
Those times we fought side by side were real.
While Toothy was in a daze, Lynn seemed to sense his gaze, turned her head, and looked in his direction.
Hundreds of meters apart, separated by smoke and fire, and by racial boundaries, Lynn's gaze landed precisely on Toothy.
Then, he gave a faint, familiar smile.
That smile was exactly the same as the smile he gave when Seven-Smasha.
Tears streamed down Toothy's face instantly.
Just then, Lynn slowly raised the Sword of Valenia in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing towards Toothy.
"Fire!"
At Lynn's command, dozens of tank cannons opened fire simultaneously.
A barrage of artillery fire instantly rained down on Toothy's location.
Shells kept exploding around Toothy, blowing the Orks around him into pieces, leaving them a bloody mess.
But all the shells precisely avoided Toothy himself, not even harming a single hair on his head.
The blast wave whipped up Toothy's clothes as he watched the Orks fall one after another around him.
Looking again at the human figure in the distance, a strange warmth suddenly welled up in my heart.
He didn't kill me.
He still has feelings for me.
This realization instantly dispelled all his confusion, pain, and anger.
He knew he couldn't stop Lynn, nor could he possibly be Lynn's enemy.
Now, all he can do is take the rest of his boys and get out of this mess as quickly as possible.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
Someday, they will meet again.
"Retreat! Retreat! Run to the underground passage!"
Toothy shouted and turned around to run towards the underground passage deep in the Squig area.
Seeing this, the remaining members of the Hokage Clan also dropped their weapons and fled in a sorry state, following behind Toothy.
Lynn watched Toothy's retreating figure, and the smile faded from her lips.
Seeing that the other person was fairly sensible, he breathed a sigh of relief.
If Toothy dies, he won't have the energy to raise another Hokage Clan.
He withdrew his gaze and looked towards the central hall.
There, the Gargant Mech continued its tireless spinning, emitting a deafening roar.
The 30-meter-tall steel giant, like a relentless destructive hurricane, crushed everything around it into dust.
" Rena," Lynn said softly through the telepathic link, his voice gentle yet firm.
"Time to clean up that last spinning top."
The moment Lynn's voice fell, the alloy floor beneath Rena Dahan's feet shattered due to the reaction force.
She sprang forth like a apex predator that had been poised for a long time.
Its massive, five-meter-tall body unleashed a terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its size.
A blue-white afterimage left a long trail of light in the air, even tearing apart the surrounding smoke and fire.
Two bio-cannons materialized from her shoulders, unleashing dozens of acidic spores that hurtled toward the head of the spinning Gargant Mech.
The standard tactic for the Tyranids against such large mechs is always decapitation.
Once the pilot, Chandler, is killed, this ultimate mech, powered entirely by the Orks Waaagh Field and the " Waaagh! " power, will be destroyed.
It will immediately turn into a pile of lifeless scrap metal.
This is the most effective experience that Rena Swarm has summarized from hundreds of battles with the Orks, using blood and biomass.
The acidic spores exploded on the armor of the Gargant Mech, and the highly corrosive liquid caused the thick alloy steel plates to emit white smoke and a hissing sound.
But just a few seconds later, a thick, pale green Waaagh Field emerged from the mech's surface, neutralizing the strong acid.
The shallow pits that had been corroded were slowly repaired at a visible speed under the gentle influence of the green energy.
By this time, Gargant's strength had far surpassed that of when he was kited by the five Gear Knights.
After Sith's death, nearly half of the Waaagh Field was originally scattered across his body converged again on Chandler and the Gargant Mech.
Coupled with the fervent adoration of countless Orks warriors around it, this thirty-meter-tall steel giant was currently at its strongest point in history.
Every inch of its armor and every weapon is enveloped in green energy, making it indestructible and possessing boundless firepower.
Despite the steel storm emanating from Gargant, Rena Dahan charged towards the mech.
Her pale purple shield blocked countless bullets, shells, and plasma beams.
The bio-cannon in her shoulder recharged, and this time, she concentrated all her Psychic Power into a single armor-piercing bone bullet.
It was aimed at one of the eyes on the head of the Gargant Mech.
She needs to create an opening, enter Gargant, and kill Chandler.
But just as the armor-piercing bone bullet was about to hit, Gargant's left arm was wielding a meteor hammer with a diameter of over three meters.
It swept in with a devastating roar.
Because of its continuous high-speed rotation for an hour and a half, this meteor hammer had formed an impenetrable wall of steel.
Anything that tries to approach within ten meters of Gargant, whether flesh or steel.
Everything would be instantly crushed by this rotating wall of death, leaving not even a trace.
"Bang!!!"
With a loud bang, Rena Dahan was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a Chimera Armoured Vehicle in the distance.
The armored vehicle immediately exploded, billowing thick smoke.
" Chandler is awesome!!!"
"That's amazing! This is the real Warboss!"
"Those bugs are nothing special; Chandler is still the best!"
Upon seeing this, the surrounding Orks erupted in long-awaited cheers.
The fear I felt when I saw Rena Dahan easily kill Sith vanished instantly.
A burly member of the Deathskulls Clan leaped onto an abandoned armored vehicle and smugly shouted to the surrounding lads:
"I've said it before, when it comes to foreign wars, we still have to rely on Chandler!"