Roya carried the Iron Bucket toward the blocky black-and-white cow.
He raised the bucket beneath it.
With a thought— Pop.
A familiar sound effect rang out.
The empty bucket instantly filled with fresh milk.
A bucket of pure white milk appeared in Roya’s inventory.
A faint milky aroma drifted through the air.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
“With this…” “Nurgle’s plague won’t be nearly as troublesome.” Then his expression became thoughtful.
“One bucket isn’t enough.” “If I want an endless supply of milk, I’ll need a proper cattle ranch.” “Cows require wheat to breed.” “And wheat requires farmland.” He frowned slightly.
“But where am I supposed to find soil and wheat seeds in the middle of an underhive?” Just as Roya began considering how to usher in Minecraft’s agricultural era— A familiar roar echoed through the ruins.
“WAAAGH!!!” The Orks had returned.
But this time…
Roya didn’t even need to raise his sword.
“For the Emperor!” “For Lord Roya!” Phoros roared.
The newly reborn Lamenters charged once again.
Eighty veterans clad in pristine Terminator Armor formed an unstoppable wall of steel.
Behind them marched over three hundred Space Marines wearing freshly crafted Mk VII Aquila Power Armor.
No longer afraid of damaging irreplaceable relics…
The Lamenters finally unleashed their true strength.
Storm Bolters roared.
Grenade Launchers thundered.
The Ork horde collapsed beneath overwhelming firepower.
Meanwhile…
At the rear…
Titus, Silas, and the other converted Villagers worked like tireless assembly-line machines.
Crafting Tables clicked nonstop.
Grenade Launchers.
Explosive rounds.
Replacement armor.
Everything rolled off the “production line” continuously.
The front line no longer had to worry about ammunition.
Wave after wave of Ork Boyz fell beneath relentless fire.
Dark green blood flowed through the shattered streets.
Standing behind the battle line…
Roya watched his experience level climb rapidly.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The familiar notification sounded continuously.
Every Ork killed by Kahn…
By Phoros…
By the converted Villagers…
Granted Roya experience.
The Mob Farm and Witch Farm also continued producing experience without interruption.
Barely ten minutes later…
His level had already reached 25.
“A huge harvest.” Without hesitation…
Roya walked toward the Imperial Guardsmen.
His gaze swept across the assembled veterans.
“You five.” “Step forward.” Five experienced Guardsmen immediately obeyed.
Without another word…
Roya spent twenty-five experience levels.
Golden light erupted once again.
The five soldiers were enveloped by a warm radiance.
Moments later…
Five tiny Grass Blocks slowly rotated above their heads.
Conversion complete.
The soldiers’ expressions immediately became filled with complete loyalty.
“My lord!” “What are your orders?” Roya pointed toward the Crafting Tables.
“You’ll replace Titus and Silas.” “Focus entirely on manufacturing ammunition.” Then he turned.
“Titus.” “Silas.” “Stop working.” “The battlefield is where you’ll gain experience.” “Leave logistics to them.” “Yes, sir!” Titus had been waiting for those words.
Wearing his Terminator Armor, he grabbed his Iron Sword and charged back into battle like a tiger unleashed from its cage.
Roya smiled.
“I should stretch a little too.” He stepped calmly toward the battlefield.
At that moment…
A deafening metallic roar echoed from behind the Ork lines.
The ground trembled.
A gigantic armored Ork machine lumbered forward.
But Roya’s attention wasn’t drawn to the massive walker itself.
Instead…
His eyes focused on the four machines accompanying it.
Three were crude bipedal walkers armed with buzzsaws and heavy weapons.
Killa Kans.
The fourth towered over them all.
Covered in thick scrap armor.
Bristling with brutal mechanical weapons.
A massive hydraulic power claw dominated one arm.
A true Deff Dread.
Roya’s expression immediately became serious.
“So they’ve already produced Mekboyz…” “And they’re building walkers.” If the Orks were allowed enough time…
The Mekboyz would eventually construct Stompas.
Potentially even larger war engines.
That couldn’t be allowed.
“Krump da humies!” One of the Gretchin pilots cackled madly as its Killa Kan charged forward.
Before it could reach the Imperial line— A gray blur smashed into it.
It was Titus.
BOOM!
The impact instantly reduced the Killa Kan to twisted scrap metal.
The unfortunate Gretchin pilot never even had time to scream.
Roya couldn’t help smiling.
“As expected of Titus…” “Still charging straight through everything.” Meanwhile…
The towering Deff Dread crashed directly into the Space Marine line.
Its massive power claw struck an armored Lamenter squarely in the chest.
The Space Marine was hurled backward before crashing across the steel floor.
Before he could stand…
The Deff Dread raised one enormous mechanical foot.
It intended to crush him.
“Not happening.” Roya appeared instantly.
Gripping his Iron Sword with both hands…
He blocked the descending foot.
CLANG!
The collision shook the battlefield.
The Deff Dread…
A machine capable of tearing apart armored vehicles…
Stopped completely.
Minecraft’s absurd strength prevented it from advancing even a single centimeter.
“That’s all?” Roya sneered.
With a burst of strength…
He forced the gigantic walker backward.
Before it could recover— His Iron Sword flashed.
Bang!
The blade struck directly against one of the Deff Dread’s leg joints.
Minecraft’s hitbox mechanics ignored conventional armor.
The heavy hydraulic leg snapped apart.
The Deff Dread collapsed onto one knee.
Roya immediately put away the Iron Sword.
An Iron Pickaxe appeared instead.
“Let’s see…” “Can I mine this?” He climbed directly onto the fallen walker.
Then began swinging.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Every strike spread black Minecraft cracks across the machine’s hull.
Inside the cockpit…
The Ork Mek wildly manipulated every remaining weapon.
The massive Power Klaw swung toward Roya.
“Don’t touch Lord Roya!” Phoros charged in.
His Iron Sword intercepted the attack.
The Power Klaw stopped dead.
“Good timing.” Roya didn’t even look up.
His pickaxe continued swinging.
One final strike.
Pop.
The enormous Deff Dread vanished into white particles.
Floating where it had stood…
Was a single glowing fragment.
At the same time— A bulky Ork Mek dropped unceremoniously onto the floor.
The stunned Ork blinked in confusion.
It looked around.
Then down at itself.
“WAAAGH!” “I’z free!” “I got out!” Roya couldn’t help laughing.
A joke from his previous life surfaced in his mind.
Both Space Marine Dreadnoughts…
And Ork Deff Dreads…
Spent their lives trapped inside walking metal coffins.
The only difference…
One volunteered.
The other usually didn’t.
“Sorry.” “Freedom doesn’t last long.” Roya casually drew his Iron Sword.
One swing.
Bang.
The Ork Mek’s head exploded.
Only then did Roya retrieve the floating fragment.
His eyes immediately lit up.
Obtained: Dreadnought Fragment Roya grinned broadly.
“Now…” “This is a truly valuable drop.”