As the first Ork Warboss fell, its massive body kicked up a pool of blood on the ground.
Roya did not pause at all.
Exerting force through his legs, his power armor suddenly propelled him forward, charging straight at the second Ork Warboss on the right.
Seeing this, that Ork Warboss swung its roaring heavy chainsword, slashing straight down at Roya’s chest.
Roya didn’t dodge at all.
The sawteeth of the chainsword frantically cut into the deep blue ceramite chestplate, sending sparks flying everywhere.
The hearts in Roya’s subjective field of vision flickered once, dropping by one grid.
He grinned, ignoring the sparks on his chest, and stabbed three times in succession at the abdomen of this Warboss with the iron sword in his hand.
“Bang!
Bang!
Bang!” The Ork Warboss’s body shook violently, red light flashed repeatedly, and before it could even let out a scream, it turned into a sky full of blood mist and fell to the ground.
“Well done, My Lord!” Karn in the rear aimed his Bolter for frantic rapid fire, roaring loudly.
Just at this moment, an extremely piercing wind pressure sound came from behind Roya.
The third Ork Warboss was extremely cunning.
Instead of taking a head-on approach, it stepped on a pile of Ork corpses and leaped high into the air, its giant power klaw carrying dazzling field arcs as it fiercely slashed toward Roya’s back.
Karn and Titus’s eyes constricted sharply, and they shouted in unison: “My Lord, watch out!” It was too late.
The power klaw struck Roya’s back solidly.
“Bang!” An extremely dull, loud noise rang out.
The ten hearts at the bottom of Roya’s vision were instantly cleared.
He didn’t let out any screams.
The moment he was hit, his body turned directly into a puff of white smoke, dissipating without a trace in the air.
Not even a single drop of blood was left behind.
A second of dead silence descended upon the entire battlefield.
Karn froze in place, his face beneath his helmet distorted by extreme shock.
Not even dust was left?
Reduced to ashes?
“Waaagh!!
The ‘umie is dead!
The ‘umie got smashed to pieces by me!” The third Ork Warboss held its power klaw high, emitting a howl of ecstatic joy.
Tens of thousands of Orks around fell into a frenzy, roaring along with it.
Political Commissar Silas turned pale, his hand holding the laser pistol trembling violently.
Just at the moment when the Astra Militarum’s morale was about to collapse— “So noisy.” A somewhat impatient voice suddenly came from the position in the rear.
Karn turned his head abruptly.
There, right beside that incongruous red wool bed on the open ground where they had just set up their defense line, Roya stood completely unharmed.
He was still wearing that deep blue power armor, without even a single scratch on his body.
Karn’s mouth opened slightly, his Adam’s apple rolling violently, completely losing the ability to speak.
Resurrection from the dead?
And instantly respawned with full health?
This phenomenon, which shattered the underlying logic of the material universe, dealt a devastating blow to the century-old worldview of the Space Marine.
“The damage from Warhammer monsters is truly outrageous.” Roya rubbed his neck and casually pulled a brand-new iron sword out of his inventory.
He looked up at the Ork Warboss still reveling in the center of the battlefield, slightly bending his knees.
“Bang!” The metal plate beneath his feet caved in.
Roya transformed into a blue flash of lightning, instantly killing his way back to the battlefield.
The Ork Warboss’s laughter stopped abruptly.
It widened its eyes, looking at Roya who had returned, its crude brain core directly crashing.
“First move.” Roya spoke coldly, his iron sword thrusting upward from bottom to top, directly severing the Warboss’s right arm holding the power klaw.
“Second move.” The blade swept horizontally, smashing into its knee, and the massive body crashed to its knees.
“Third move.” The iron sword slashed down.
The Ork Warboss’s huge head rolled to the ground, and its corpse flickered violently before turning into points of light.
All three Warbosses were completely wiped out.
The Waaagh Field collapsed instantly.
The tide of Orks that had been howling and yelling the previous second turned directly into a group of headless flies this second.
Screams rose from all around; the xenos dropped their weapons and fled frantically toward the depths of the ruins.
A large number of Orks even began to hack and slash at each other directly in order to fight for escape routes.
“All forces attack!
Leave none alive!” Political Commissar Silas acutely seized the opportunity, raising his gun and shouting.
The morale-boosted remnant forces of the Astra Militarum were like starved wolves out of their cages, pulling their triggers toward the routed Orks.
Titus and Karn charged even deeper into the enemy formations, unleashing a one-sided slaughter.
Roya stood in place, watching the experience points jumping at the bottom of his vision.
Accompanied by continuous kills, the experience bar was finally full.
The number jumped to “5”.
He lowered his head to look at the ground.
Several clusters of purple shimmering light were floating right where the Ork Warboss’s corpse had been.
Roya reached out and grabbed them.
[Obtained: Damaged Bolter fragment] * 2.
Description: Collect two fragments to synthesize the [Bolter blueprint] through the book of knowledge.
Light flashed, and the blueprint was automatically generated.
Roya clicked open the panel.
The recipe was very simple: five iron ingots, one gunpowder, one redstone dust.
“The item isn’t expensive, but this thing needs bullets to go with it.” Roya raised an eyebrow.
“My Lord.” Titus ran over carrying a blood-stained sword, extending his left hand.
Resting quietly in his palm was a block-shaped ammunition model.
“I picked this up from that Ork just now.” Roya’s eyes lit up as he took it.
[Obtained: Bolter Shell blueprint].
Recipe: One iron ingot, one gunpowder, can synthesize sixty-four Bolter shells.
“Well done, Titus.” Roya put away the blueprint.
Now everything was ready, leaving only the assembly line.
Roya turned his head, locking his gaze on Political Commissar Silas, who was commanding soldiers to clean up the battlefield.
Ten thousand Astra Militarum soldiers were no small force.
The Commander had to be firmly tied to his chariot.
He walked briskly toward Silas, and a golden prompt box popped up right on cue.
[The target meets the conversion conditions.
Consume Level 5 experience points to forcibly bind as a ‘Villager’?] “Yes.” Experience cleared.
A glimmer of light visible only to Roya and Titus flashed past.
A slowly rotating grass block icon popped up out of thin air above Silas’s head.
Silas’s body stiffened, and he turned to look at Roya.
The awe and sense of distance originally deep in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a fanaticism and sense of intimacy of absolute obedience.
“My Lord.
What are your instructions?” Silas stood at attention and saluted.
Karn, standing aside, watched Silas’s reaction, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.
Although he didn’t know what had happened, he could feel that this Political Commissar had been blessed by some great power.
Karn glanced at Roya and thought to himself: “Emperor, is he an envoy sent by You?” “Silas, take some men to guard the witch mob grinder over there and collect the dropped redstone dust.” Roya quickly issued instructions.
“Titus, follow me; we need to build a big project.” The two walked toward an open passage deep in the ruins.
Roya took out cobblestone and began building a tall tower.
“Titus, watch the structure.
Twenty-two blocks high, cross-shaped water flow, trapdoors placed in the four corners.” Roya moved extremely fast, the blocks connecting into one piece in his hands.
As a “Villager”, Titus immediately grasped the intention, holding an iron pickaxe to help Roya carve out space.
This was the most basic yet most efficient water-flow mob grinder in MC.
The enclosed space without any light sources would forcibly spawn MC monsters that the Warhammer layer could not touch—Zombies, skeletons, and Creepers.
Half a day passed.
A huge square stone tower rose abruptly from the Underhive ruins.
The hoppers and chests at the bottom of the tower had already been connected.
“Thud, thud.” Accompanied by the sound of falling water and the muffled thud of a fall, the first batch of monsters dropped into the execution pit.
Roya and Titus stood at the bottom of the pit, waving iron swords to harvest them.
The supplies in the chest began to increase rapidly.
Rotten flesh, bones, string, and most importantly—gunpowder.
With gunpowder, the military factory officially started production.
Roya put down a few workbenches, his fingers flying.
Iron ingots, gunpowder, and redstone dust combined.
A dozen square-looking [Bolters] dropped into his inventory.
Next came a large number of [Bolter shells].
Subsequently, Roya walked over to a resting Astra Militarum soldier nearby and reached out to take the M36 Kantrael-pattern lasgun from his hand.
Amidst the soldier’s stunned gaze, Roya smashed down with an iron pickaxe.
The lasgun shattered, turning into fragments.
[Unlocked blueprint: M36 Lasgun].
Recipe: One iron ingot, one stick, one redstone dust.
Roya’s mouth curved upward.
This cost was simply ridiculously low.
Redstone dust and iron ingots were in ample supply, and sticks could be casually crafted from waste wood.
He handed this matter over to Silas.
Over the next few hours, Silas transformed into a ruthless assembly-line machine.
Over a thousand brand-new lasguns and mountains of Bolter shells were synthesized.
Just as Roya was preparing to plan the next defense line, Karn strode over from afar, his tactical visor flashing with excited green light.
“My Lord!
Good news!” Karn’s voice was loud and clear.
“The communications soldier pieced together a short-range base array using a few abandoned devices, and we just received an encrypted frequency band from orbit!” Roya patted the dust off his hands: “Made contact with the fleet?
Whose is it?” “It’s a successor chapter of the Blood Angels!” Karn clenched his fists, his tone carrying a trace of hope and excitement.
“Communication code name confirmed, it’s the Lamenters Chapter!
They are conducting an orbital drop toward these Underhive coordinates!” The expression on Roya’s face instantly froze.
Hearing that there were Space Marines coming to support them, the surrounding Astra Militarum soldiers didn’t know for a moment whether to cheer or grieve…
But Roya’s eyelid twitched wildly.
The Lamenters?
That cursed chapter that had terrible luck no matter what they did and brought disaster wherever they went?
How did the other party come all the way here across more than half of the Imperium’s territory?
“This isn’t good…” Roya looked at the pitch-black dome overhead and sighed.
“With these guys coming, the Orks outside are probably going to get a super multiplier.” Meanwhile, Foros, the Chapter Master of the Lamenters Chapter, was also completely dumbfounded.
They were sailing in the Warp when a burst of blue light flashed past, and then they were forcibly pushed all the way here by a Warp storm.