Xenos-like Courage

On this day, the Imperium of Man soldiers on the front lines of the Orks battlefield were all furious.

For no other reason than Yarrick, the legendary old Commissar on the Orks battlefield, issued an order.

He began to integrate the Commissar Boyz, who had originally fought independently, into human combat units.

These Orks, once they joined the group, immediately assumed the role of Commissar.

The Astra Militarum were dumbfounded, and the Kriegs had no idea what benefit this would bring to atonement for the Emperor.

But that's not the most dramatic part. The most dramatic part is that these Orks started forcing them to learn and accept the Orks' fighting style.

Indeed, they had to admit that the Orks' addition to the battlefield not only boosted their morale but also increased their fighting strength.

However, they simply could not understand or adopt the Orks combat culture.

The Shoota Commissar had their own methods for dealing with this.

Defeat all those who disagree.

"If you don't want to get blown to bits by Saraka, you'd better start waaaagh right now!"

And so, an absurd scene of war mobilization unfolded on the front lines.

The Orks are teaching humans how to adopt Orks combat mindset in order to resist the upcoming Orks Psychic Power surge.

Their purpose in doing all this is for the Imperium of Man.

"Absurd! Yarrick! This is utterly absurd! In the name of the Inquisitor, I command you to immediately cease this blasphemous act!"

Yarrick felt utterly helpless looking at the Inquisitor was jumping around anxiously in front of him.

He knew, of course, that such a scene would be considered extremely Heretic under any circumstances.

However, the situation on the front lines was constantly changing, and with the Dark Angels's full control, there was nothing he could do.

Besides, these Orks troops are indeed very useful, aren't they?

"Your Inquisitor, the situation on the front lines is constantly changing. We must utilize all available manpower."

"This war is unlike any other war before; it must..."

"Enough! This is betrayal!"

"Hey, who's got such a big mouth?"

Just as the Inquisitor was about to explode in anger, Statham's voice came from behind him.

"I wondered who it was, but it's just Inquisitor from the Ordo Xenos."

"What, did the Aeldari's life support device burn out along with your brain?"

"Watch your words, Adeptus Astartes!"

Statham frowned upon hearing this. What did he mean by Adeptus Astartes?

He wasn't one of the people from the Ecclesiarchy, nor was he Astartes from this world.

That one sentence from the other person made it sound like they were a religious fanatic.

Putting everything else aside, what the Inquisitor said was very offensive to the Nostramo people.

But here's the problem.

If it were any other Astartes, the opponent would have already been sent flying.

But now standing before Statham was a Mortals Inquisitor.

He couldn't make the other person fly; if he used too much force, it could be fatal.

Statham stood there, stunned. If he didn't fight, the other guy's insults were just too vulgar.

If we were to actually fight, we would accidentally injure friendly forces.

After a while, he actually got under the Inquisitor's control.

The Inquisitor, on the other hand, felt a sense of relief, as if he had escaped a disaster.

When this Astartes mentioned using Aeldari life support devices, he was nearly scared to death.

However, it now seems that Astartes did indeed know that using Orks was wrong, otherwise he wouldn't have been so easily swayed by Astartes' words.

Just as the Inquisitor was about to press his advantage, Statham made his move.

The hand that had been pointing at Yarrick was lowered, and then Statham summoned two Orks.

"Yarrick... no, bring two of the strongest kids!"

"Boss of the Green Cans!"

"You two, beat him up!"

"Yes!"

Then the Inquisitor was given a severe beating by the two Orks.

As Inquisitor of the Imperium, he could usually defeat two Ork Boyz.

But now that an Astartes is watching, he doesn't dare to retaliate.

Ultimately, the Inquisitor had all his teeth knocked out by the Orks.

"Watch your mouth next time, or I'll have the Orks deal with you again, understand?"

Inquisitor:...

"Yarrick, put him and all his colleagues into the frontline combat units."

"Yes, sir!"

Yarrick looked at the Inquisitor with pity.

Of all people to mess with, why did they have to provoke this guy?

He's the kind of person who dares to corrupt even the Primarch.

Good luck to you.

The Inquisitor who had arrived at the front lines were still confused when suddenly an Astartes squad tied them up.

Just when they thought the other side was about to betray them, they were sent to the front lines.

At the same time, they also met a colleague whose mouthful of teeth had been knocked out.

The other party is being used as a negative example by the Orks.

"Everyone, look carefully! This is what happens when you fail to challenge the Boss! Do you understand?!"

The Inquisitor stared wide-eyed at their colleague who had looked at them pleadingly.

As everyone knows, the current the Boss of these Orks is the Lion of the Imperium.

In other words, his own colleague chose to directly challenge the Primarch in order to fulfill his duties Inquisitor?

Brave!

That's Heretic heretical courage!

That's amazing, absolutely amazing.

Cremation is recommended.

That's absolutely outrageous! They actually dared to directly challenge the Primarch, especially the Boss of the Primarch.

They had made thorough preparations before coming here; who didn't know the Imperium Lion had a bad temper?

This guy dares to provoke Lion? He's definitely Heretic.

Wow!

Suddenly, a violent sandstorm began to sweep across the front lines.

Almost immediately after the sandstorm appeared, Lion El'Jonson led everyone to the front line.

"The Orks' Psychic Power storm is about to begin."

Yarrick watched this scene unfold, knowing that the Ghazghkull Thraka had begun their advance.

There is no longer any extra time for them to prepare.

"Everyone, get into combat mode, immediately!"

Even Lion El'Jonson felt a bit of pressure looking at the scene.

The real pressure didn't come from the Orks on the battlefield, but from the Psychic Power storm created by the Ghazghkull Thraka.

"Statham, I hope you can hold on from here on out."

"Of course, Lord Lion El'Jonson."

Such a scene was quite rare for Statham and his team.

After all, they didn't have the opportunity to participate in such a high-intensity war during the 30k era.

"Where's Shoota Boyz?!"

"The Boss! We're ready to waaagh!"

"Very good, bring a squad of Commissar Boyz and come with me!"

"The Boss, who are we going to fight?"

"Wherever you think is the most waaagh, that's where we'll hit!"

The Orks were overjoyed because this Boss of the Green Cans was indeed very... waaagh!

It's very Orks!

"The Boss, I don't think now is the best time for waaagh. The other side hasn't even released their most waaagh item yet."

"Alright, let's wait until their most powerful attack comes out, then we'll charge straight at them!"

"Clear!"

After sacrificing most of the Weirdboyz, Saraka launched a massive waaagh!

It firmly believes that the scale of this waaagh event will attract the attention of Gork and Mork.

By then, even Old One-Eye won't be a match for him!

"Old One-Eye, I'll show you that even if you bring Orks, I'll still be the most waaagh! Without a doubt!"

Green Psychic Power began to gather, and then it began to rampage wildly and erratically.

It was obvious that this Psychic Power would tear open a Warp Rift.

Lion El'Jonson had been watching all of this.

As soon as the crack opens, he immediately leads his men to jump aboard.