The Orks no longer thought about fighting against humans; instead, they fought over the last bit of moldy stew and half a barrel of fuel.
Even a relatively intact piece of sheet metal could fight each other, resulting in them being smashed and bleeding.
A gang of thirty Deathskulls engages in a fierce battle with twenty Blood Axes agents over a still-functioning war machine.
The two sides fought fiercely for a full half hour in a narrow passage, ultimately dying together with no survivors.
The Expeditionary Force squad that arrived could only cover their noses and leave quickly.
The tank they fought so desperately for was completely destroyed after the battle, having lost the support of the Waaagh Field.
The entire Carl II had been transformed into a massive, chaotic arena.
Corpses were everywhere, along with burning ruins and the sounds of fighting.
" Third Company, attention! There are two large Orks gangs fighting about 500 meters ahead. Instantly provide fire support!"
"Roger! Opening fire!"
"Seventh Medical Team, proceed immediately to the southeast entrance of the core area; there are a large number of wounded there."
"Heavy artillery units, conduct a full-scale bombardment of Ruins No. 7 in Sector B! Repeat, conduct a full-scale bombardment of Ruins No. 7 in Sector B!"
Gus stood atop the turret of a Leman Russ Tank, holding a communicator, calmly issuing orders.
His voice was calm and powerful, without the slightest hint of panic.
The black officer's uniform was stained with the blood of the Orks, and a row of medals on his chest gleamed under the artificial light.
The soldiers followed his orders meticulously, cleaning each area with the precision of a well-oiled machine.
Occasionally, a few fearless Orks gangs would attempt to organize and rebel against the Expeditionary Force.
But as soon as they gathered, they were immediately subjected to devastating artillery fire.
Without the support of the Waaagh Field, ordinary Ork Boyz would be utterly helpless against the well-equipped and well-trained Expeditionary Force.
The Boltgun could easily pierce through their scrap metal, while their " Big Shoota," powered by my Power of Belief, could no longer fire bullets capable of penetrating Carapace Armour.
Lynn stood atop a fighter jet, looking down at the space station below.
This space station, which had caused so much trouble for the entire Brevis, has finally returned to the embrace of the Imperium of Man.
"Sir, the preliminary statistics are in."
A young staff officer strode up to Lynn and respectfully handed him a thick report.
"To date, we have eliminated approximately 16.15 million Orks."
The core area, all major areas of the mid-level platform, and the three large ports are now under our complete control.
The remaining Orks gangs number approximately 121.75 million, but they no longer pose a significant threat.
Lynn took the report and flipped through it casually.
The report detailed the casualties of each unit, the amount of captured supplies, and a map showing the distribution of the Orks.
The handwriting is neat and the data is detailed; it's clear that this advisor put a lot of thought into it.
"Well done." Lynn nodded and handed the report back to him.
Tell the soldiers not to let their guard down.
" The Orks creatures are more resilient than anyone imagined; who knows, somewhere, a new Mekboy or leader might emerge."
"The cleaning work must be thorough. Every passage and every piece of debris must be carefully inspected to leave no hidden dangers."
He remembered the example of Erko, the Mechanical Enemy; the Orks ' tenacity was absolutely not to be underestimated.
"Yes, sir!" The staff officer gave a standard Aquila Salute, turned, and strode away.
Lynn put down the report and looked up at the sky.
At this moment, a bizarre and spectacular "disintegration" is taking place on the outer perimeter of Carl II.
Those parts of the space station that were "proliferated" by the Orks over the past year using countless scraps, abandoned warships, and even meteorite fragments.
After losing the support of the Waaagh Field, it is slowly falling apart.
Large chunks of scrap metal, twisted metal supports, broken naval guns, and countless pieces of trash and corpses detached from the space station like dandelions and drifted into space.
Under the gravitational pull of Carl II, these fragments gradually coalesced, forming a massive debris belt that encircles the entire planet.
Sunlight shone on the garbage dump, reflecting dappled light, making it look from a distance like an ugly necklace adorning Carl II.
However, it is precisely this necklace that represents the destruction of the Orks regime on Carl II.
The Carl II, originally with a diameter of over 300 kilometers, is shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye.
At this rate, it won't be more than a month before it returns to the way it was when humans first built it.
A transit space station with a diameter of approximately 100 kilometers.
"Sir, Mr. Alderman, the head of the engineering department, requests an audience. He says he has something very urgent to report to you," Gus's voice came through the communicator.
"Let him in."
Soon, an elderly engineer with gray hair, a face covered in grease, and wearing work clothes stained with paint and machine oil strode in.
He was holding a thick, crumpled stack of blueprints, his face full of worry, his brows furrowed in a knot.
"Your Excellency, the situation is terrible, absolutely terrible!" Alderman couldn't help but complain loudly as soon as he entered the room.
"Those Orks people are a bunch of lunatics, a bunch of complete lunatics!"
They completely altered the entire space station's energy system!
I've been in engineering for fifty years, and I've never seen anything so outrageous!
Lynn poured him a glass of water and gestured for him to sit down and speak slowly.
Alderman took a sip of water, caught his breath, and then spread the drawings in his hand on the table.
The drawing was covered with messy lines and symbols, and many were marked in red pen.
Words like "dangerous," "incomprehensible," and "could explode at any moment" were used to describe the situation.
"Look here," Alderman said, pointing to an area on the drawing.
"This is the core energy station. The Orks dismantled the original fusion reactor and replaced it with twelve ' Squig Waaagh! as fuel!"
"They also kept hundreds of Squig next to the generator, saying it would make the generator more powerful!"
"If these damn Squig ever misbehave, the entire power station will blow up!"
"And here," he pointed to another area.
"This is the control room for the gravity system. The Orks cut all the wires and then used chains to suspend a huge iron ball from the ceiling."
"The faster the iron ball spins, the greater the gravity!"
"Now, the gravity throughout the entire space station has become extremely unstable; in some places, the gravity is three times normal."
In some places, there is almost no gravity, and people will float away as they walk.
"The most terrifying thing is the defense system!" Alderman's voice trembled slightly.
"All the orbital defense cannons have been modified by the Orks to be manually aimed!"
"They strapped a dozen or so telescopes to the cannon barrel, saying that would allow it to fire farther!"
"Moreover, they replaced all the shells with tin barrels filled with nails and stones!"
"Right now, these defensive guns can't even take down a small landing craft!"
Lynn's lips twitched as he looked at the outrageous designs on the blueprints.
He really wanted to explain the principles of the Orks Power of Belief to the old man in front of him, but he didn't know how to put it.