The sudden turn of events stunned everyone.
The clan boss was just killed??
And by his own people!
Both sides stopped fighting in a bizarre manner, as if paused.
It wasn't until Uffer's loud shout that this strange scene was broken.
It was like pressing the play button again on a paused TV show.
The next second, the orks and Primaris Space Marines were fighting once more.
Argentius kicked away an ork that lunged at him, plunging his chainsword into the abdomen of another, splitting it in two.
He then advanced towards the fellow who was shouting that he was the new Ork Boss, attempting a decapitation strike.
Uffer was not to be outdone; he raised his big gun, trying to aim at the Big Shrimp rushing towards him.
Argentius was a step quicker, raising the bolter in his hand.
The helmet's auxiliary targeting module automatically calculated the trajectory and the target's weak points for him.
Accompanied by a roaring sound, the bolter round was fired from the barrel, flames erupting from the muzzle.
A loud bang came, and the massive slugga in the ork's hand exploded into fragments.
Argentius was momentarily stunned; he had aimed for the opponent's head.
He hadn't expected the opponent to move slightly, causing him to accidentally hit the gun and make it backfire.
The battlefield is ever-changing, blades clash, and a difference of milliseconds can decide life and death.
Only the warrior who seizes every opportunity can survive until the end.
Having failed to kill the opponent, Argentius did not hesitate for a moment.
He stepped forward and charged.
Servos hummed within his armor, providing assistance to its wearer.
The chainsword's monomolecular blades spun at high speed, eager to tear into the enemy's flesh.
Upon reaching a certain distance, Argentius leaped, and with the force of his weight and momentum, brought his sword down upon the opponent with great power.
In a life-or-death struggle, there are no fancy techniques.
The simplest is the most deadly.
Uffer subconsciously raised the huge slugga in his hand.
Sparks flew, and terrifying scratches appeared on the metal barrel of the slugga.
The monomolecular blades continuously cut the barrel, causing a series of sparks to shoot out.
"WAAAGH!"
Seeing the barrel being cut, Uffer let out a roar of fury.
In the name of Gork and Mork, he was going to kill this damned Big Shrimp.
His big gun was so precious, and this Big Shrimp dared to damage it, even daring to cut it.
He absolutely, absolutely had to kill this Big Shrimp.
Argentius originally intended to directly use the chainsword in his hand to cut off the opponent's slugga and then dismember him.
While suppressing the opponent, an ork Boy next to him swung a choppa at his head.
"Die, Big Shrimp!"
Realizing the danger, Argentius had no choice but to kick away the ork who was holding the shoota and had killed the clan boss.
He bent down to dodge the choppa of another ork, avoiding a fatal blow aimed at his head.
The ork's choppa didn't cut off his head, but left a terrifying gash on his power armor.
The opponent let out an angry roar, furious that he hadn't claimed the Big Shrimp's head.
Argentius used the chainsword in his hand to parry the opponent's incoming choppa, seized the opportunity, and delivered a strike to the opponent's head.
The massive ork head was sliced open by the chainsword's high-speed spinning monomolecular blades, and the ork's brains were churned into a bloody mess.
"Chapter Master, according to the information detected by the radar, more orks are approaching us."
The voice of another warrior sounded on the communication channel.
Argentius backhanded an elbow strike, knocking over an ork warrior over two meters tall, then pressed his bolter against the opponent's head and sent him to meet Gork and Mork with a bang.
"Open communications for me, I need to speak with captain Isar."
Argentius also realized that the number of orks was increasing, and they were about to be overwhelmed.
They only had fifteen warriors.
Yet they were facing the entire ork clan, and even all the orks in the surrounding area.
If a planet is occupied by orks for twenty years, the surface will definitely be covered in orks.
orks reproduce extremely quickly and can even construct their own exclusive ecosystem, adapting and modifying even the most harsh environments.
As time passed, orks from other areas were bound to heavily reinforce the fighting here.
The longer they delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.
Argentius decided to seek some assistance.
"Chapter Master, communication is linked."
The communications warrior carrying the communication equipment shouted.
The environments of different planets vary; some are filled with chaotic electromagnetic storms and stellar radiation, while others always have sandstorms, thunderclouds, and many other harsh weather conditions.
To maintain communication with the fleet in orbit, special communication equipment is often required.
This equipment is powerful, capable of sending messages to the fleet and other friendly forces to seek support and assistance, even when deep underground.
Their only drawback is that they are too cumbersome and cannot be integrated into a warrior's power armor.
Even heavy power armor like that of Centurions and Terminators cannot integrate this type of communication device.
Personnel must be specifically assigned to carry the relevant communication equipment.
Argentius kicked away an ork, allowing his Machine Spirit to connect to the fleet communication channel rune that had turned green.
"Captain Isar, this is First Action Squad, I am Chapter Master Argentius, I require a lance strike for support, to clear out those damned ork reinforcements, otherwise we will be bogged down here."
"Understood, Chapter Master, please send coordinates.
I will have the tech-priests analyze them; the first round of support is expected to be ready in thirty seconds."
Isar's voice, distorted by the communicator, came through his ear, calm and indifferent.
There was no hint of worry about Argentius and the others being in danger, nor was there any urgency in her tone.
It was as if she didn't care about the lives of all the members of this small squad.
Argentius, however, was accustomed to this and knew that Isar was not indifferent to the lives of Primaris Space Marines.
To serve the Emperor, naval officers are generally enhanced with neural augmentation, which reduces emotional responses.
This prevents emotions from affecting rational judgment and influencing the outcome of war.
In the perilous and computationally intensive space battlefield, any emotional fluctuation is unnecessary.
Only rationality is everything.
Argentius swung his chainsword, killing an ork Boy, and tapped several runes on his armored forearm, sending the squad's coordinate information to the fleet.
**Coordinates confirmed, target strike initiated.**
Accompanied by the mechanical feedback.
Argentius looked up at the high sky, the thick cloud layer illuminated by the incoming power of the stars.
A pillar of light, like a tall tower, descended from the heavens, incredibly bright; his helmet automatically adjusted its brightness to prevent Argentius from being blinded by the intense light.
Instantly, a lance strike connected the sky and the ground.
Within the area covered by the light pillar, the orks' vehicles and artillery pieces erupted in thunderous explosions.
Everywhere the light passed became a sea of fire, everything that could be ignited was ignited.
The swarming orks were vaporized by the massive lance strike, not even bone fragments remaining.
When the smoke cleared, within a five-hundred-meter radius of the lance strike's impact point, not even a brick or a piece of scrap metal was left.
Several consecutive lance strikes fell, completely clearing out the numerous orks who had intended to reinforce the fortress.
And the orks within the fortress, finally broken by the slaughter, fled in all directions.
"Do not pursue them."
Argentius stopped the squad members' urge to continue hunting the orks.
That was not their mission.
After regrouping, Argentius led the squad deeper into the fortress.
The tunnels were dark, illuminated by suspended lumina-lamps, mottled and ancient, filled with rusty metal structures everywhere.
The lumina-lamps hanging from the tunnel ceiling would occasionally flicker.
Thick power cables hung like black pythons.
Indicator lights embedded in the walls flickered erratically.
Argentius's helmet's visual assistance system automatically adjusted the lighting mode to ensure these powerful warriors maintained visibility.
Some of the fleeing orks were hiding in the tunnels.
From time to time, they would rush out from various parts of the tunnels, brandishing weapons, only to be dealt with by Argentius and the others.
The squad advanced, leaving a trail of ork corpses.
After penetrating seven or eight hundred meters deeper, they once again bypassed a chaotic and messy trench.
Clanking and banging sounds, mixed with the hum of machinery, came from the depths of the dark tunnel.
"Proceed stealthily."
Argentius whispered to the other members of the squad.
Whether the deep underground was an ork armory or something else, it was always better to be cautious.
Just as they lowered their footsteps and moved stealthily in the darkness.
Footsteps sounded from the deep darkness.
Accompanying the footsteps was a beam of light.