What is that!?
The leader of the Snakebites cavalry cried out in terror.
He had never seen such a terrifying weapon.
Before they even saw the enemy, their own men fell in droves.
"Charge! Keep charging!"
But he couldn't care less about that now; their goal was to create better opportunities for their leader Ragnar.
Deadly rays of radiation, like the scythe of death, relentlessly reaped the lives of the charging cavalry.
In just one minute, more than half of the hundreds of elite cavalrymen of the Snakebites were lost.
Black ash covered the entire passageway.
"A bunch of useless trash!" Ragnar cursed angrily.
He had originally thought that the Snakebites Cavalry would help him break through the Adeptus Mechanicus's defenses.
Unexpectedly, they were so easily defeated.
" Wrecking Ball Brigade, charge!"
Ragnar roared, then shrank back into the iron sphere and charged toward the Adeptus Mechanicus's defensive line.
The remaining forty-odd Wrecking Balls followed closely behind.
They rolled rapidly through the tunnel, dodging the attacks of the Lightning Lock and Irradiation Engine.
Wrecking Balls have thick, metallic armor, making them largely immune to radiation attacks.
Arc attacks can only temporarily paralyze them; they cannot cause fatal damage.
Soon, the Wrecking Ball Brigade rushed to a position less than fifty meters from the defensive line.
" Castellax-class Battle-automata, launch!"
The Tech-Priest gave the order again.
The gates on both sides of the defensive line were opened.
Hundreds of Domitar-class Battle-automata emerged with heavy steps.
These heavy robots are over three meters tall and covered in thick, Adamantium armor.
They are war machines specifically developed by the Adeptus Mechanicus for overwhelming force.
"Target: Enemy Wrecking Ball, use Tear-Down Bomb."
The shoulder launchers of the Domitar-class Battle-automata are activated.
Specially designed ripped bombs were fired at the Wrecking Ball Brigade.
The Ripped Shirt Bomb was developed by the Ordo Reductor specifically to counter the Orks ' "Green Sea" tactic.
This missile combines deadly fragmentation with a high-yield explosive charge, scattering thousands of sharp fragments in all directions upon detonation.
Like a giant shotgun, it is specifically designed to deal with dense infantry and lightly armored targets.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The ripped shirt bomb exploded in the middle of the Wrecking Ball Brigade.
Countless sharp fragments flew in all directions like raindrops.
Although it cannot penetrate the Wrecking Ball's frontal armor, its powerful impact can knock it back.
At the same time, the Skitarii also switched to "Phosphorus Touch" flamethrowers.
Streams of intense white phosphorescent flame shot towards the Destruction Ball lying on the ground.
Phosphorus fire has a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius and can burn all organic matter.
Moreover, once it gets on your skin, it's very difficult to extinguish.
The Wrecking Ball, lying on the ground, was instantly engulfed in white flames.
The armor of the iron ball was glowing red-hot, and the Goffs guy inside let out a shrill scream.
The screams quickly ceased.
Under the scorching heat of phosphorescent flames and the obstruction of the Castellax-class Battle-automata, the invincible Wrecking Ball Brigade was stopped for the first time.
They can't move any further.
Ragnar watched helplessly as his men were destroyed one by one.
But he knew that time was not on his side.
For every minute of delay, more Imperium soldiers will arrive to provide support.
Moreover, the Anna outside is still under attack from the human fleet and won't last much longer.
We must break through this defense line as soon as possible, reach the bridge, and kill Dominic!
"Get out of my way, I'll do it!"
With a roar, Ragnar propelled his giant iron ball toward the Castellax-class Battle-automata.
His iron ball is ten meters in diameter, three times larger than a regular Wrecking Ball.
The armor is also thicker and heavier.
The ripped shirt bomb hit his iron ball, leaving only a shallow dent.
"Boom!"
Ragnar's iron ball slammed hard into a Domitar-class Battle-automata.
The Castellax-class Battle-automata, weighing tens of tons, was actually knocked away by him.
The Castellax-class Battle-automata crashed heavily to the ground, its armor dented and parts scattered everywhere.
"Die!"
Ragnar's iron ball rolled over the Castellax-class Battle-automata, crushing it into a pile of scrap metal.
"Boss is awesome!"
The remaining Wrecking Balls were greatly encouraged by Ragnar's incredible prowess.
They mustered their courage and charged towards the Castellax-class Battle-automata.
The situation on the battlefield has once again become deadlocked.
Just when the two sides were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
Chaos suddenly erupted behind the Adeptus Mechanicus defensive line.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack from the rear!"
"Father, watch out!"
Several shrill screams rang out.
Blood Axes's agents seized the opportunity to launch the attack.
The Blood Axe Clan is the most cunning and skilled in ambush and assassination among the Orks clans.
They were also the only Orks unit that randomly teleported to the upper deck during this boarding maneuver.
After landing, they made no announcement, but silently killed the witnesses and went into hiding.
They had been waiting for the perfect moment.
Now, the time has finally come.
All the attention of the Skitarii and the Castellax-class Battle-automata was focused on the Wrecking Ball Brigade in front of them.
Behind the defensive line, there was almost no defense.
Dozens of Blood Axes agents emerged from the shadows.
Armed with Orks Power Claw, they made a clear objective and charged straight at the Tech-Priest in the center of the defensive line.
"Protect the priest!"
Several Skitarii turned around quickly, trying to stop them.
But the Blood Axes agents were too fast.
They dodged the attack of the Skitarii and rushed to the Tech-Priest in an instant.
"Pfft!"
The sharp, powered blade easily pierced the Tech-Priest's robe and mechanical prosthetics.
The leading Tech-Priest didn't even have time to react before his throat was slit.
Blood and engine oil splattered on the cold metal floor.
The other two Tech-Priest also fell one after another in pools of blood under Blood Axes's desperate charge.
"The priest has been killed in action!"
The Adeptus Mechanicus's forces are extremely reliant on the command and coordination of the Tech-Priest.
Without the priest's unified command, the coordination between the Castellax-class Battle-automata and the Skitarii immediately became flawed.
They are no longer as orderly as before.
"Now's the time! Charge!"
Ragnar seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and roared.
He led the Wrecking Ball Brigade in an attack.
The uncoordinated, Castellax-class Battle-automata were utterly unable to withstand the impact of the Wrecking Ball.
One after another Castellax-class Battle-automata were smashed and crushed.
The defenses of the Skitarii have completely collapsed.
Led by Ragnar, the remaining forty-odd Wrecking Balls charged forward and completely destroyed the second line of defense.
The Adeptus Mechanicus forces suffered heavy losses, and the surviving Skitarii and mechs were forced to retreat.
"Hahaha! I told you, no one can stop my Ragnar!"
Ragnar laughed triumphantly.
He poked his head out of the iron ball, looking at the mechanical wreckage and corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty light.
"Keep moving! Target: the bridge!"
"Waaaaagh!!!"
A dozen minutes later.
Ragnar led the Wrecking Ball Brigade through a long corridor and arrived at the door of a huge hall.
This hall was used on the Gemstone for aristocratic balls and banquets.
The hall was incredibly spacious, covering an area of over two thousand square meters.
The ceiling is ten meters high, with a magnificent crystal chandelier hanging from it.
The floor is covered with smooth marble.
There was no cover in the entire hall.
Logically speaking, this kind of open terrain is the perfect place for the Wrecking Ball Brigade to operate.
But Ragnar unusually stopped.
His expression turned serious.
Because he saw that at the other end of the hall, a full ten " Stormblade " super-heavy tanks were lined up in a row, facing the entrance of the hall.