Phoros looked at the mountain of newly forged power armor before taking a slow, steady breath.
He turned toward Roya and nodded solemnly.
“My lord.” “The armory aboard the Mother of Tears currently contains two intact suits of Terminator Armor.” “I’ve already ordered my brothers to retrieve them aboard a Thunderhawk.” A smile spread across Roya’s face.
The Terminator blueprint was almost within reach.
Terminator Armor was one of the Imperium’s greatest weapons.
Although countless heroes—and more than a few unlucky Space Marines—had been torn apart while wearing it, that did nothing to diminish its terrifying combat capability.
Just then— Heavy, chaotic footsteps echoed from the tunnels behind the defensive line.
An Imperial Guard scout stumbled into the command post, covered in blood.
His breathing was ragged.
“My lords!” “The Orks!” “There are countless Orks!” The scout swallowed hard before shouting, “This time they’re led by a heavily armored Warboss!” “He’s almost as large as a Dreadnought!” “And he’s accompanied by dozens of Nobz!” Silence fell over the command post.
Roya’s eyelid twitched.
The previous assault, led by only three Ork Bosses, had nearly overwhelmed the Imperial defenses.
Now…
An Ork Warboss…
Accompanied by dozens of Nobz…
This was an entirely different level of threat.
Roya slowly turned toward the bright yellow armor of the Lamenters.
The legendary curse of the Chapter had struck again.
Everywhere they went…
Disaster somehow became worse.
They had been planetside for less than half an hour.
The Ork Waaagh!
had already escalated dramatically.
Phoros noticed Roya’s strange look.
His expression became slightly awkward.
As Chapter Master, no one understood the Lamenters’ infamous misfortune better than he did.
Wherever they arrived…
The impossible somehow became reality.
Stepping forward, Phoros drew his power sword.
“My lord.” “Leave the Warboss to me.” “Once the Terminator Armor arrives, Karkullis and I will engage him.” “You only need to command the rear.” “No.” Roya rejected the proposal immediately.
Absolutely not.
There were only two suits of Terminator Armor.
If Phoros damaged them during battle…
What if they no longer produced the blueprint fragments?
Where was Roya supposed to find another pair?
He pointed directly at Phoros.
“You stay here.” “Equip your Chapter with the new armor.” “The Warboss is mine.” “No one interferes.” With that, an Iron Sword appeared in Roya’s hand.
Phoros stood speechless.
Was this man really planning to fight an Ork Warboss…
Armed with nothing but an Iron Sword?
Roya ignored everyone’s stunned expressions.
He simply walked toward the front lines.
His respawn point was already set.
His hunger bar was full.
His health regenerated automatically.
Defense no longer mattered.
The deafening roar of the Orks echoed through the tunnels.
“WAAAGH!!!” The entire underhive shook.
Rust rained from the ceiling.
Then…
A gigantic figure burst through a ruined industrial pipeline.
More than four meters tall.
Covered from head to toe in crude plates of scavenged steel.
Its right arm ended in a massive crackling Power Klaw.
Its left carried an enormous Kustom Shoota, assembled from multiple heavy weapons crudely welded together.
An Ork Warboss.
Behind him surged an endless tide of Ork Boyz.
Dozens of towering Nobz marched at his side.
Thousands more Boyz filled every tunnel behind them.
The Warboss immediately noticed Roya standing alone before the Imperial lines.
“Humie!” “I’z gonna KRUMP ya!” The Warboss roared.
His Kustom Shoota erupted with a torrent of explosive fire.
Roya accelerated instead of retreating.
The Mk VII Aquila Power Armor launched him forward.
The steel beneath his boots shattered.
Heavy-caliber rounds slammed continuously into his armor.
Inside his vision…
Red hearts disappeared one after another.
Yet his completely full hunger bar regenerated them almost immediately.
The distance between them rapidly closed.
The Warboss raised his gigantic Power Klaw.
Blue energy crackled around its disruption field.
It descended toward Roya’s skull.
Roya gripped his Iron Sword with both hands.
Twisting his waist, he unleashed a powerful upward slash.
No technique.
No elegance.
Only raw Minecraft strength.
Bang!
The collision exploded across the battlefield.
The Iron Sword met the Power Klaw head-on.
The Warboss froze.
An overwhelming force surged through the klaw.
A strength completely beyond the laws of physics.
His massive body was forced backward three full steps.
Blood vessels burst beneath his thick green skin.
Dark blood sprayed into the air.
“Is that all?” Roya snorted.
Stepping forward, he struck three more times.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Each hit triggered Minecraft’s damage mechanics.
The Warboss flashed crimson repeatedly.
His enormous body staggered backward.
Behind the front lines…
Phoros watched silently.
His brows gradually furrowed.
“Kahn…” He lowered his voice.
“…don’t you think Lord Roya’s swordsmanship is…” “…a little rough?” Kahn casually split an Ork Boy apart with his chainsword before nodding.
“That’s putting it politely.” “His Lordship isn’t relying on technique.” “He’s overwhelming everything with pure strength.” “No footwork.” “No feints.” “No guard transitions.” “Just…” “…hitting harder than the enemy.” Standing nearby, Titus nodded thoughtfully.
“Perhaps…” “Once this war is over…” “We should ask one of the Chapter’s swordmasters to teach Lord Roya proper swordsmanship.” The surrounding Space Marines all nodded instinctively.
If Roya ever mastered genuine Astartes swordsmanship…
Combined with his impossible strength…
None of them dared imagine what he might become.
At the center of the battlefield…
The Warboss had completely lost his composure.
Its greatest advantages— Its strength.
Its armor.
Its Power Klaw.
None of them mattered against this absurd human swinging a blocky Iron Sword.
“WAAAGH!!!” Driven into a frenzy, the Warboss abandoned defense entirely.
His Power Klaw lashed toward Roya’s waist.
Roya ignored it.
His Iron Sword thrust directly toward the Warboss’s face.
Crunch!
The Power Klaw smashed into Roya’s side.
Four hearts vanished instantly.
At the same moment— The Iron Sword pierced straight through the Warboss’s eye.
Bang!
The Warboss flashed brilliant red.
Screaming in agony, the giant toppled backward.
By then…
More than four hundred Lamenters had finished equipping their brand-new Mk VII Aquila Power Armor.
For centuries…
Constant shortages had forced them to fight cautiously.
Every damaged suit was another priceless relic lost forever.
Now…
None of that mattered anymore.
Lord Roya had made only one promise.
“If it breaks…” “I’ll make another.” “For the Emperor!” “For Lord Roya!” Phoros roared.
Four hundred Space Marines burst from cover simultaneously.
Without fear of damaging their armor…
They unleashed their full combat potential.
Chainswords screamed.
Bolt weapons thundered.
The Nobz’ crude strength collapsed before fully equipped Astartes.
The battlefield transformed completely.
Behind them…
The Imperial Guardsmen discarded nearly depleted lasguns and replaced them with freshly crafted M36 Kantrael Lasguns.
Brilliant crimson beams filled the battlefield.
Wave after wave of Ork Boyz fell before the disciplined volleys.
Kahn led the charge.
His chainsword carved through three Orks in a single swing.
Listening to the explosions, boltgun fire, and disciplined lasgun volleys surrounding him…
The veteran Space Marine burst into laughter.
“I’ve fought for over a hundred years…” “…and this is the first time I’ve ever fought such a rich battle!” Laughing loudly, Kahn charged once more into the endless green tide.