Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

What rushed towards the crowd was naturally not just one Ork. More Ork Wartrukks rolled over the hills in a whistling roar, turning into a WAAAGH!-mob's Trukk Tide and rolling forward.

As their numbers increased, the originally stable Killzone Grid inevitably had failures, and as the Ork vehicles breaking through the fire line began to emit firelight, the weapons of various sizes loaded on those vehicles also mixed into the sonata of lasers and bolter rounds.

Although the marksmanship was worrying, the flying bullets were almost inaccurate at high speeds, but there were so many of them that a few bullets could always Lucky Dakka on the enemy.

A single shot from these stacked-caliber weapons was enough to tear apart the Flak Armor that was originally enough to withstand a direct hit from a Lasgun. If one was unfortunately hit in the head, one could only pray to the Emperor that the bullet just grazed the side.

Inside the Fighting Pits, blood blossoms burst open from time to time, and after those wildly flying missiles and shells began to flash with dazzling light and passed through the battlefield, the Chimeras and Leman Russes also began to encounter serious threats.

Ten minutes.

The First Company had already begun to suffer casualties in the first minute or two of the exchange of fire. The Orks had also basically broken through the first line of the Killzone Grid, and the two sides entered a formal exchange of fire. Grid Failure at Sector Gamma

Five minutes.

The galloping motorcycles crashed head-on into the Minefield in front of the position, but the subsequent vehicles did not care about this at all, and directly broke through by trampling on the safe zone created by the corpses of friendly forces. Teef-breaka Tactics

Three minutes.

The shelling fell, causing serious casualties, but the pre-deployed mortar squad quickly launched Counter-battery Sanctification, temporarily suppressing the Ork artillery, at the cost of their last communication back to the company being only the sound of explosions.

One minute.

The wheels had already opened a breakthrough and began to roll over the position. The Ork Bike Boyz were galloping wantonly between the various pits, occasionally throwing some big bombs on those shrimp's iron cans.

The countdown reached zero.

Zhang Ge, who did not pay attention to the time, had just raised his gun and killed an Ork who had already rushed to the company headquarters.

The next moment, a whistling storm swept past him, and countless sand and dust rolled and splashed, hitting his shell armor with a crackling sound, which for a time drowned out the Orks' howling. Even the originally scorching sunlight was covered by the countless flying sand raised, turning it into the same soil gray as the desert.

In the tremor as if the whole world was overturning, he turned his head and looked, a metal long wall Colossus of the Wastes that penetrated the sky and the earth had already crushed the sand dunes beside him and all the Orks who had just opened a breakthrough.

The tracks intertwined with the ground made a metallic clattering sound. The machinery pushed by some kind of power echoed in the desert like the beating of a long-standing heart. Sacred Tread-pattern Hymn

Under the power of this behemoth, even the desert itself was eclipsed at this moment, and its sensory impact became the only thing in the senses of the people standing beside it.

A compacted gully appeared on its path of advancement, and anything that tried to stop its progress became an indistinguishable impurity mixed into the fine sand.

Ten thousand people? Million people? Or more?

The number had lost its original meaning at this moment. Beyond the Calculus of War

All the focal points were gathered together, condensed on this creation that did not seem to appear in the mortal world.

The meaning of all sacrifices was manifested, becoming the boundless anger that swallowed the enemy between the meshing parts. Omnissiah's Wrath

The dissatisfaction in the hearts of the Tribesmen who originally had complaints about being dragged into the battle for no reason had completely dissipated at this moment. The phrase "die with a purpose" had never been as clear as it was today. Even the largest Walker had become a small toy compared to this creation.

And the Greenskin Warbosses who had encouraged the Orks to engage in battle after breaking through the line did not last a second longer in front of the rolling tracks because of their size and vehicles, and were turned into powder along with countless Orks who were still roaring with them in the previous second.

The outcome of the battle was decided the moment the metal mountain began to move. The fire of the enemy's resistance splashed on its sandstorm-covered shell, and the explosion that could easily crush flesh seemed particularly weak at this moment.

From motorcycles to Wartrukks, from Wartrukks to artillery, when the Orks found that all resistance was meaningless and all the leaders had turned into powder, they retreated without surprise in the face of this power. Leggin' it fer a propa fight later!

Even compared to the Sandworm, this cold machine that indifferently rolled everything under its tracks seemed too terrifying. At least the former's devouring was still within the scope of understanding, but this giant was enough to crush anything at its feet just by moving, like something that transcended the constraints of reality and was beyond common sense. Orkish Quiet... Too Quiet

Looking at Colin, who had just raised his Bolter pistol beside him, Zhang Ge said with a sense of helplessness:

"It seems that the battle is over. Organize the manpower to clean up the battlefield. Clear a part first, and then I will transfer more people to completely clean it up."

Looking at the Land Battleship pursuing the fleeing Orks in the distance, Zhang Ge could not help but admire the sophistication of the Adeptus Mechanicus technology. Even if it was only a temporary rush, it was impossible to see that what was responsible for driving it was a Sandworm, as if it was originally like that.

After locking in the victory, Zhang Ge also lost interest in continuing the battle, and instead inquired Yolanda through communication:

"Well done."

There was no answer from the other side of the communication, only the sound of interference caused by the distance being too far.

Zhang Ge was a little puzzled, and then an idea came to mind. He took a telescope from the side and looked at the Land Battleship.

Sure enough, on the platform on one side, Zhang Ge found that red figure whose robe corners were flying with the wind and sand hanging from both sides. She was wearing a mechanical mask, and her eyes overlooking below had a bit of indifference.

This was naturally Yolanda.

At the moment, the most confused about the situation was neither the Astra Militarum on their side, nor the Orks who were fleeing, but Yolanda, who was responsible for building the shell throughout the whole process.

In the beginning, the efficiency of the Servitors was so frighteningly fast that she had to change, improve, and perfect the original plan, until in the end she almost built a large "model" that was similar to the Land Battleship shell with modular materials.

But this was still within the scope of understanding. After all, sometimes the efficiency was a little higher and sometimes it was a little lower.

The problem was, she absolutely, certainly, and definitely only made a bracket to fix the Sandworm in the internal structure. What was going on with this rumbling mechanical operation sound that didn't know where it came from?

Could it be that Zhang Ge really did not deceive me, and the thing inside that looks like a Sandworm was really some kind of ancient bio-mechanical machine?

Looking at her palms, touching the texture of the material beside her that still felt the same, Yolanda's brain was filled with the Cogitator Overload.

Because she could no longer open the hatch to take a look at what was going on inside, Yolanda, who suspected that her body had been infected with some kind of virus and was hallucinating, could only conduct the Rite of Diagnostic Purity with empty eyes.

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