"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH."
A Super ork emitted a deafening roar that made the air vibrate.
It walked step by step into the roughly constructed ork arena.
Every step forward made the arena, covered in impact marks, tremble.
It also made countless massive Orks cheer together.
"WAAAGH."
"WAAAGH."
"WAAAGH."
"WAAAGH."
Gorgutz, the Ork Emperor, sat on the Shining Throne forged for him by imperial technicians. The throne was as dazzling as the sun.
It was deeply loved by the Orks. They implicitly believed that only the strongest and most formidable ork could sit on that glittering throne.
Gorgutz watched the two Orks enter the arena.
After the Battle of Cadia, he followed the imperial army led by the Primarch of the Dark Angels, Lion, and campaigned in the Eye of Terror for a long time, and then was transferred back to the Orks' exclusive sub-universe.
The Holy Emperor promised him a WAAAAAAAAGH Great Crusade across the universe. The mission was simple, which was to assist Karlgana in taking control of the 04th universe that the Imperium needed.
All worlds that dared to resist the Imperium would be conquered by him. The battles between ork warriors were terrifyingly brutal, each collision was earth-shattering, a pure collision of physical strength.
It felt like two steel mountains colliding.
Gorgutz sat on the throne, watching the warriors fight like a god.
Just as the two ork warriors were fighting at their climax, a screen unfolded before him.
A military personnel appeared on the screen.
"Respected Lord Gorgutz, your mission has been confirmed. It is to capture a cross-galactic fortress. For the Holy Emperor, please complete this mission as quickly as possible."
After the information was transmitted, the faintly glowing floating window closed.
Gorgutz rose from the dazzling throne.
He was as massive as a mountain.
As he stood, he cast a vast shadow upon the ground.
Heavy metal armor covered his body, making him look like a colossal figure of steel. Thick pipes mounted on his back roared, spewing out dense, voluminous black smoke.
Each step he took made the earth tremble and groan. The terrifying pressure made the nearby Orks tremble.
He was the reflection of Gork and Mork in reality, the highest, strongest, and biggest Big Boss of the Orks.
He was the embodiment of divine power, a hybrid creation of Old Ones biology and Imperial technology.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"
Gorgutz roared, and the surrounding metal structures trembled and groaned in the tangible sound waves, emitting creaking noises. The cheering Orks fell silent. They all looked in unison towards the high platform where Gorgutz stood.
"Listen up, ya gits, we got a job! Grab yer choppas and get ready for a proper fight!" Gorgutz's voice was like a macro cannon mounted on a battleship; every word was earth-shattering, reaching every corner.
"WAAAGH."
"WAAAGH."
"WAAAGH."
"WAAAGH."
Hearing that they could fight, all the Ork Boyz started shouting. The sub-universe was immensely vast.
It was formed by connecting hundreds of planets, creating a ring shape that orbited a star.
It was specifically used for cultivating Orks.
Of course, it wasn't just this sub-universe; there were plenty of Orks in the native universe as well.
It was just that Orks couldn't be transported by train; they could only be transported using sub-universes.
Otherwise, given the Orks' nature, causing damage to the inter-universe tunnels would be more trouble than it was worth. The Imperium's method was to first send the Orks into a sub-universe, move the sub-universe to the universe they needed to conquer, and then open a breach. This process was extremely complex.
If the main universe is likened to a large bubble, the sub-universe is likened to a small bubble separated from the large bubble. The Imperium had to move this small bubble from the large bubble to the outer wall of the target bubble, and then open a passage.
It wasn't as simple as opening an entrance in the main universe and placing the exit in the target universe.
It involved the movement and alteration of the sub-universe's spacetime structure within the Aether Ocean. The slightest mistake could cause the sub-universe to shatter, be assimilated by the Aether Ocean, and become part of the Warp.
In order to quickly conquer Universe 04. The number of Orks transported this time was extremely vast. There were countless Orks on every planet.
These Orks had been restored by the Imperium to the state they were in when the Old Ones first created them, and further enhanced by Imperial technology, making these guys even more powerful. The title of 'killing machine' was already well-deserved.
Gorgutz's eyes also revealed a thirst for war and slaughter.
Let everything tremble beneath the feet of the Great Holy Emperor, Gork and Mork, and himself.
Wherever the wicked two-headed eagle emblem reached, there was only destruction.
News of one world after another falling and being conquered arrived. The guardians of those ancient sacred lands were killed, and the sealing arrays were completely destroyed. Their culture was completely burned away by the flames.
Statues named 'Holy Emperor' stood upon those ruins. They came for destruction, they came for conquest.
Countless messages echoed in the vast Spiritual Realm, and every being who drew power from it could personally feel the sounds of despair echoing within. The wails before death echoed within the Spiritual Realm.
Even the Ephemera race living in the Dark Abyss Fortress could feel the despair of those lives from the pulse of the Spiritual Realm.
Ephemera are a species with cicada wings on their backs and a pair of legs that bend backward. Their exoskeleton-covered bodies have two pairs of arms. Their heads have a pair of compound eyes, and there are two antennae on their foreheads. The history of the Ephemera race residing in the Dark Abyss Fortress is already very long.
So long that it cannot be verified.
Even the most ancient sages could not say when exactly the Ephemera became the masters of this land. The area where the Ephemera live is called the Dark Abyss Fortress. This name was left from ancient times.
Most Ephemera do not know why it is called this name.
Some sages have obtained some clues based on ancient historical records obtained through archaeology. The Dark Abyss Fortress was one of the forbidden lands in the era of gods.
It is said that during the era of gods, the Supreme Being lived here.
Unfortunately, with the disappearance of the era of gods, the Supreme Being also vanished without a trace.
But this strange name remained. The Ephemera race has lived here since the beginning of their written records. The Dark Abyss Fortress is immensely vast; ordinary beings cannot measure it at all and do not know its size.
From one domain to another, it spans hundreds of millions of kilometers.
No Ephemera knows exactly how vast it is.
If flying in a simple manner, it is difficult to fly out of a single domain in one's entire life.
Boundless and endless, only Saint-level Ephemera can catch a glimpse of the truth of the world.
On this vast territory, many magnificent kingdoms established by the Ephemera stand tall. The Santa empire was built by a Saint-level Ephemera and has a history of a thousand years.
It is considered an ancient empire with a long history.
In the northern domain of the Santa empire, it is guarded by the North King, who is a Half-step Saint.
In the North King's Residence.
A young Ephemera was practicing the ancient sword techniques passed down from his master's sect.
He was the North King's direct son, a future heir to the throne with immense power.
He was called - Young Master Bei - by other Ephemera.
Ephemera have two pairs of arms and generally use dual swords.
Some powerful swordsmen use three or even four swords.
Young Master Bei practiced with dual swords.
As the sword blades moved, wisps of sword intent were also freely unleashed.
As the North King's heir, Young Master Bei's talent in the way of the sword was terrifying; barely twenty years old, his swordsmanship had already reached the level of connecting with the divine, making him the strongest prodigy in the Santa empire.
"Young Master's talent is so terrifying, within the Santa empire, I'm afraid no one can match him."
The female Ephemera speaking was 1.7 meters tall, considered a very tall figure among the Ephemera race.
Her wings were incredibly vibrant, her figure was graceful and charming, and her pair of compound eyes were beautiful and captivating.
Words of praise for the man before her came from her wriggling mouthparts.
"After all, I am still one step away from the Half-step Saint Realm."
Sheathing his swords, Young Master Bei stopped and shook his head.
"You're barely twenty, what's a mere Half-step Saint Realm? Even the Saint Realm is nothing special for you."
"Xun'er, don't praise me here," Young Master Bei said. "That will make me arrogant and forget the humility of the way of the sword."
"As the North King's heir, with the North King's Residence overseeing the northern territory, and a million North King's troops under your command who will surely be under your jurisdiction in the future, and your master being the number one swordsman in the world just one step away from entering the Demigod Realm. A mere Saint Realm is indeed not a problem for you."
"Alright, stop praising me." Young Master Bei pulled the Xun'er he spoke of into his embrace. "I'm not willing to stop just here. Even if I am the North King's son and the personal disciple of the number one swordsman in the world, I want to create my own legend.
My master has already said that the Spiritual Realm fluctuations are rising again, and the age of myths may thus revive. In this era, someone will ignite the divine fire, rebuild the divine realm, and become an immortal True God."
"Ascend to godhood?" Xun'er said, "That era is too far away, can someone really become a god?"
"Of course someone will ascend to godhood. The age of myths is not without basis; it was just the arrival of the age of decline that ended that glorious era. Now, with the Spiritual Realm surging again, the age of myths will also restart, a glorious golden age will reappear, and countless prodigies will rise and contend."
"I believe you, you will definitely reach the summit." Xun'er nestled in her man's embrace, feeling his strong chest.
"Of course, my master said that my talent in the way of the sword and my Spiritual Resonance talent are the strongest he has ever seen in his life." Speaking of this, Young Master Bei's tone clearly carried a hint of self-satisfaction, and his words were full of dominance.
Even if it is a golden age, so what?
He still had to maintain an invincible heart, stand proudly among the masses, become a god, immortal and indestructible. This is a world of cultivation.
Every Ephemera possesses Spiritual Resonance, and beings with strong Spiritual Resonance talent can cultivate.
If one cultivates, they will continuously become stronger. Their realm cultivation will also continuously rise.
Early Body Tempering Realm, Mid Body Tempering Realm, Late Body Tempering Realm, Great Perfection Body Tempering Realm.
Early Elemental Spirit Realm, Mid Elemental Spirit Realm, Late Elemental Spirit Realm, Great Perfection Elemental Spirit Realm.
Early Core Formation Realm, Mid Core Formation Realm, Late Core Formation Realm, Great Perfection Core Formation Realm. Then there are the Nirvana Realm, Profound Transformation Realm, Life and Death Realm, Creation Realm, Heavenly Origin Realm, and after that are Half-step Saint, Saint, Half-step Demigod.
All major realms have Early, Mid, Late, and Great Perfection sub-realm divisions. There are a total of eleven major realms and forty-four minor realms.
As long as one has talent, they can become stronger step by step.
As the personal disciple of the number one swordsman in the world, Young Master Bei possessed astonishing Spiritual Resonance talent and sword talent, inherited the strongest techniques, and had the support of his family's power.
For Young Master Bei, fighting across realms was also a common occurrence.
His most glorious moment was crossing three major realms to kill a Creation Realm expert, establishing his title as the strongest prodigy in the Santa empire.
Xun'er still wanted to say something.
But she was suddenly interrupted.
Bursts of deafening roars came from above the sky.
It was as if something had been struck and cracked.
Cracks visible to the naked eye appeared in the sky.
Rumor had it that the Ephemera race living in the Dark Abyss Fortress was protected by an unimaginable barrier.
Many Ephemera did not believe this; even a Saint-level expert, relying on ancient artifacts, could only support the shield of a single giant city.
What kind of power could envelop the vast and boundless Dark Abyss Fortress?
The Young Lord Bei, however, did not question this.
His master's master, his grandmaster, once opened a Heavenly Gate with a single sword strike, allowing himself to travel outside the domain. The grandmaster had nurtured his sword for thirty years before finally breaking the Heavenly Gate with one strike, opening a rift wide enough for him to pass through.
But now, the entire barrier was shattered.
What kind of power from outside the domain could cause such destruction?
Accompanied by a final groan of unbearable strain, the barrier in the sky completely shattered. The people of Bei King City saw the endless void and darkness revealed after the barrier shattered.
Fire meteors fell from the sky one after another, landing with deafening impacts and flames that ignited everything. Those green, ferocious-looking monsters let out strange screams, slaughtering the Moth race en masse. The prosperous buildings were as fragile as if made of paper in the face of those monsters. They easily destroyed all the buildings, turning the entire world into ruins.
Countless moths screamed, then were overwhelmed by the green monsters and slaughtered.
"Assemble the Bei King Army, meet the enemy!" Young Lord Bei shouted, ordering the Bei King Manor's personal guards to relay the command. The Bei King Army was the crucial force the Bei King relied on to guard the northern region of the Santa empire.
Well-trained, with strong soldiers and sturdy mounts.
Nations were terrified at the mere mention of them, with a legend that as long as the Bei King Army remained, Santa would endure.
As soon as the Bei King Manor's order was issued, one hundred thousand Bei King Army cavalry, mounted on war beasts, rushed over from the barracks.
Young Lord Bei bid farewell to his beloved and mounted his war beast.
With a flourish of his long sword, he shouted:
"Bei King Army, follow me to kill the enemy and protect our northern region!"
The mighty army charged directly towards the rampaging invaders from beyond the heavens. The screams of the enemies made the Ork Warboss, Scarface Tusk, continuously let out sounds of WAAAGH. The Ork Emperor and most of the warlords were still battling those strange enemies. Those enemies had no guns or cannons, only cold weapons, yet they could unleash various strange attacks, just like the Weirdboyz.
Scarface Tusk, leading his Ork Boyz, had cut through a portion of the defenders, then shattered the barrier and charged to the surface. Those 'Shrimps' had made a promise: the more they killed, the more rewards they would get. They could pick any scrap they wanted, and they would even help forge super awesome big choppas and armor.
Scarface Tusk had been coveting Ufo's awesome armor for a long time.
But the ork Mekboyz under him couldn't craft that kind, only the 'Shrimps' had it.
"Kill all these gits!" Scarface Tusk roared. His red eyes revealed a chilling cruelty.
He held a massive choppa, blue arcs of electricity dancing on its surface, forming a power field that tore through everything.
Where the choppa swung, the buildings and the bug-like enemies were also reduced to fragments.
"WAAAAAAAGH!! Whoever kills the least is a Gretchin-raised sissy!" Scarface Tusk roared.
"WAAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAAGH!!!"
The Boyz ran, roaring wildly. They went around chopping and shooting with their choppas and dakka.
Scarface Tusk watched with satisfaction as the Boyz charged everywhere, hacking at those damned bugs until they screamed. This is how Orks should be, a choppa in the left hand, a big dakka in the right.
You just gotta bash the enemy hard.
Ah, ork life is just this happy.
But the next second, he roared again.
"Charge this way, don't charge that way!"
The wild Boyz had chosen a road with no end, looking like they wanted to speed madly, have fun, and then come back to fight. That won't do.
What if they don't chop enough and he doesn't get enough points to trade with the 'Shrimps'!!
Scarface Tusk quickly yelled at those gits to stop and change their route.
At this moment, a group of armored enemies riding six-legged mounts charged over, launching a charge against Scarface Tusk and his crew. Those enemies were even carrying battle banners.
Shouting various mighty slogans.
Controlling their mounts with two hands, and wielding weapons with two hands. They wanted to use a cavalry charge to show the Orks a thing or two. The enemy charging at the very front kept shouting in a strange voice.
He held two swords, hacking away while also emitting things like transparent energy blades. Those things were extremely sharp, capable of cutting off the weapons in the Ork Boyz' hands.
"These bugs are so arrogant, they dare charge at me! Ya gits, get 'em! All of ya, get 'em! Chop 'em up!" Scarface Tusk roared.
He was very WAAAGH.
Making many Orks excited, they also launched a charge with him.
A few Squig Launchas used a big catapult to launch a group of Gretchin holding small knives. They screamed as they went, flailing their limbs to grab onto any part of the charging enemies.
If they couldn't grab on and fell to the ground, they'd be half-dead from the fall, not to mention being trampled over, instantly going "oof". The leading enemy couldn't have imagined that there would be enemies fighting like this in this world, just stuffing them into catapults and launching them like heavenly maidens scattering flowers.
He watched, dumbfounded, as a Gretchin grabbed the tentacle on his forehead, then plunged the rusty little knife into his throat.
Clapping his hand to his throat, he fell down.
And was then trampled into a bloody pulp by the charging Scarface Tusk.
Several old generals of the Bei King Army were heartbroken and furious, shouting things like "Young Lord!" and "Revenge!", only to be chopped into a bloody mess by the choppa in Scarface Tusk's hand.
From the sky being torn apart to the destruction of Bei King City, only twenty to thirty minutes had passed.
Countless Orks descended from the sky, unleashing massacres with their weapons that brought despair to the Moth race.
Centered around their landing points, the Orks spread out in all directions, and the countdown to this world's fall had begun.
War broke out everywhere in the Dark Abyss Fortress.
Countless Orks gathered into tides, slaughtering everywhere, creating one horrific tragedy after another.
Outside the domain, on the magnificent giant city wall. The defenders, composed of powerful moths, were tragic and fierce. The scale of the city wall was beyond imagination.
It was tens of millions of kilometers high and billions of kilometers long. This was an unimaginable city wall, ancient and mottled, full of the aura of time.
It had stood here for an unknown number of ages.
Even massive starships were tiny in front of it.
It looked somewhat broken, with damage in many places, but it was still extremely magnificent. The city wall guarded the entire fortress. The Dark Abyss Fortress was a fortress left behind from a glorious era.
Its location was crucial, being the convergence point for safe navigation routes in the nearby star systems.
It was a dam for the flow of subspace aether.
Capable of controlling the flow of aether and protecting nearby worlds. That powerful ancient transcendent civilization had developed to an unbelievable degree.
It was hard to imagine what kind of power could erase such a civilization from the river of time. The remaining Moth race merely lived on the ruins of that ancient civilization.
They couldn't use those ancient transcendent artifacts, nor could they activate the city wall's true defenses. The Moth race members guarding the city wall were all top-tier powerhouses. They were the vanguards resisting invasions from other worlds.
Powerful beings from some worlds would use the spirit realm to invade other worlds, seizing various rare treasures and enslaving the inhabitants of those worlds. The ambitious individuals of the Moth race had united many powerhouses, stationed themselves on the city wall, and defended their homeland.
On the city wall, there were many Moth powerhouses of Half-Saint, Saint, and Half-God levels.
But facing Orks who completely overwhelmed them in both numbers and strength, the Moth race had no path other than destruction.
"Kill! Fight even unto death! If you want to cross this city wall, you'll have to step over my corpse!"
"Better to be shattered jade than intact tile."
"Even facing a great change unseen in ten million years, we will never fear!"
Moth powerhouses roared one after another, advancing wave after wave, trying to block the enemy's invasion with their lives.
But even pouring out all their strength, they had no way to break through Ufo's armor defense.
And as long as they were hit by Ufo once, their bodies would be shattered by the immense impact, their guts and brains flying out together.
On the city wall, the battle grew increasingly fierce.
Countless buildings were shattered, top-tier moths died in battle, their corpses scattered among the ruins.
Blood splattered, shining with astonishing light. That was the blood of Saints, blood containing divinity.
"Kill!!"
A Moth Saint roared, brimming with killing intent, his twin swords unleashing endless sword energy, suppressing ancient time and space.
He charged towards Ufo, whose massive body was like a moving giant steel mountain.
His twin swords swung, shooting out countless terrifying sword energies. They pierced into Ufo's body, breaking through the armor that was several meters thick, covered with a protective force field, and plated with strong interaction force material.
But the next second, that Moth Saint was grabbed by Ufo and, with a squeeze, was directly crushed.
Blood, shattered bone, and mangled flesh burst from between Ufo's steel-plated fingers.
Ufo shook off the mangled flesh in his hand, looked towards the distance on the city wall, where countless enemies were pouring in, their mouthparts writhing, emitting strange screams, and he responded in kind.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
The ork boys responded to their Emperor.
Gorgutz was also one of the ork boys, holding a choppa in one hand, slapping his own head with the other, and shouting along.
Inspired by Boss Uf, he excitedly charged at the very front.
While swinging his choppa, he pulled out a few stickbombs from his waist and threw them into the middle of those bugs.
With a bang, the shockwave from the explosion rose up like a mushroom. Those bugs all flew up too. The air was filled with bomb fragments and the bugs' heads, arms, and cicada wings.
"WAAAAAGH!!" Gorgutz shouted excitedly.
Seeing his actions, the other boys also started to copy him.
Relying on their strong muscles, throwing stickbombs was not a difficult task for them. They could easily throw them into the middle of those bugs.
Of course, sometimes they would throw in the wrong direction and blow up their own guys.
In the world of Orks, there is no concept of accuracy.
A true ork can only let Gork and Mork decide where he goes and who to beat up.
Under Gorgutz's leadership, the boys kept throwing stickbombs. Twist it, throw it, and then it explodes.
Watching the enemy's arms being blown off or listening to the sound of explosions were all really exciting things.
Just a few well-aimed stickbombs could liven up the entire battlefield atmosphere. The sound of explosions was incessant, with the wails and screams of enemies, and also the cries of Grots whose toes were blown off. The battlefield was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
When those bugs charged over, Gorgutz also charged forward.
Following Boss Uf in a spree of chaotic killing. The weapons on Boss Uf's armor constantly fired, beams of light and missiles flying out, shaking the entire city wall as if the ground was moving and mountains were shaking. Tower-like flames soared into the sky, countless buildings were destroyed, turning into ruins.
Beams of plasma reaching tens of millions of degrees Celsius swept across.
Large numbers of enemies were killed.
No matter what realm, everyone was treated equally in front of the plasma heat flow.
However, gathered on this city wall were all the powerhouses of the Ephemera race.
Even if one Ephemera fell, there were still tens of millions of Ephemera. The flames of war became increasingly fierce.
On the vast city wall, battles were breaking out everywhere. Thousands of Ephemera, flapping their cicada wings, came soaring through the air. The long swords in their hands were all infused with sword energy and supreme sword intent. The leading Ephemera displayed peerless grace, moving with the wind, the twin swords in his hands sharp and unmatched, capable of cleaving through heaven and earth.
"It's him."
In the compound eyes of the Ephemera who had suffered heavy casualties, hope was revealed. That Ephemera was the legendary strongest in the Way of the Sword, who once suppressed a million-strong army of thirteen nations with a single sword, stood proudly beyond the heavens, forcing all factions to close their doors.
He single-handedly founded the world-renowned Northern Darkness Sword Dao.
In recent years, the Northern Darkness Sword Dao has been the most desired holy land for swordsmen across the world.
"Northern Darkness Sword Dao, three thousand Sword Immortals, sworn to fight to the death and never retreat." That Ephemera's words were ethereal, revealing endless freedom and an unwavering will to press forward.
"And that rumored one, the Saint who enlightened the world."
Endless chanting sounds, an Ephemera Saint with a halo behind him, revealing an endless sacred aura, also arrived surrounded by disciples.
He carried the sun and moon on his shoulders, held a scroll of supreme scripture in his hand, with every step a lotus bloomed, the Great Dao resonated, terrifying beyond compare.
Figure after figure of legendary Saints arrived one after another.
Each one brought terrifying phenomena, exuding a dreadful aura that made the Heavenly Dao tremble and the sun and moon shake.
With every movement, Dao Rhyme flowed and auspicious energy lingered.
Under the gaze of the Ephemera, those Saints gathered together, their entire bodies radiating endless brilliance.
So many terrifying Ephemera powerhouses gathered together, causing spacetime to collapse, the Dao light was brilliant, and the spectacle was astonishing.
"If you want to pass this wall, you'll have to ask if my Northern Darkness sword agrees."
The words spoken by that Northern Darkness Sword Immortal were sonorous and powerful, carrying the laws of the Sword Dao, sharp and unmatched, just his words could cleave through the soul.
But before he could finish speaking, the whole thing was gone.
A beam of plasma tens of kilometers thick swept across the city wall.
Enveloping those Saint-level and demigod-level Ephemera completely.
After the light disappeared, the vitrified wall surface emitted plumes of terrifying white heat. Those Saints, Sword Immortals, had disappeared without a trace, not even bones were left, completely wiped away. The ork tech-priests controlling the exterminatus cannons cheered. They aimed at the next area, specifically shooting at those glowing bugs.
Wherever it passed, everything turned to ash, completely wiped away by destructive energy, leaving no trace behind. This scene made countless Ephemera powerhouses despair. They simply couldn't believe their eyes. That scene just now really happened!!
How is that possible??
Those few just now were the strongest in the Ephemera world.
Northern Darkness Sword Immortal, Enlightenment Dao Ancestor, each was said to have seen through the secrets of heaven and were only one step away from becoming a deity.
Only needed to wait for the Great Era to arrive to become deities.
Yet now they were all killed by the enemy in one go!!
How could such power exist!!
It's impossible for such power to exist!!
This is simply not power that living beings can wield!!
Those damned invaders, what exactly is their origin!!
Why are they so powerful??
On one hand, there was foolish emotional denial, on the other, fear from the depths of reason.
In the heart of every Ephemera, despair involuntarily emerged. The previous moment, they were still full of confidence, thinking that with these Saints here, they would have the certainty to reverse the tide of battle.
But that beam of light just now completely destroyed the hope in their hearts, bringing endless despair.
"Wherever the evil two-headed eagle emblem goes, there is only destruction."
An Ephemera powerhouse who had painstakingly studied the Way of Heavenly Secrets muttered to himself, filled with despair and madness. The Ephemera race is finished.
Wherever Gorgutz and the others went, those bugs were also scared and screamed chaotically. They no longer had the courage to fight against Gorgutz and the others.
Saint-level were like ants, demigod-level were like big ants, how could they still fight like this!!
No matter how they fought, it was a dead end!!
Those bugs turned and fled, but Gorgutz would not give them a chance.
He came here precisely to gain the favor of the Holy Emperor and Gork and Mork. The only way to achieve this goal was to fight.
Only by killing all these little bugs could he achieve it.
He swapped his choppa, picked up his dakka, and charged forward.
Pulling the trigger once, a few bugs in front were blown over.
A few bugs wanted to counterattack, Gorgutz let out a cold snort, and with his big dakka, he smashed the enemy's heads to a pulp, and with another shot, sent seven or eight bugs flying together.
One bug raised the long sword in its hand and pierced Gorgutz's body.
Although the bugs' swords were long, they were too thin, piercing Gorgutz's massive body didn't feel like much.
He cursed under his breath, then single-handedly lifted that bug and desperately headbutted the opponent's face with his own head, in just a few hits, that bug's head was smashed to a pulp.
Having dealt with the bug in his hand, Gorgutz led the boys to continue charging.
Uf was the center of the battlefield, the Ephemera could all see that he was the leader of the invaders, but they couldn't do anything. The heavy armor and protective force field rendered all their attacks ineffective.
Even Sword Immortals had no way to break through that heavy defense.
Furthermore, Uf's body also had a layer of WAAAAGH field.
Wanting to break through his defense was simply impossible. The Ephemera attempted to activate a defense tower on the city wall.
As they poured power into the defense tower, that tower was briefly activated.
Countless runes were lit up, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.
Chains of Order appeared near that tower, intertwining.
But the next second, that tower was smashed to pieces by a slap from Uf.
Countless Ephemera powerhouses suffered backlash, constantly spitting blood and dying, all fell down and were trampled into mud by the swarming ork boys, even the lucky ones who wanted to escape would be slaughtered by the swarming ork boys. The city wall quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.
By the time the war ended, the pungent smell of blood had already permeated every corner. There were traces of destruction everywhere. Those magnificent buildings were also bombed into ruins, with large amounts of scattered gore and body parts.
Uf, however, did not stop. This was merely the outer wall.
Dark Abyss Fortress was immensely vast, a product left behind by an ancient civilization.
Its size had to be calculated using astronomical units. The Ephemera race living within it had a low level of civilization, only reaching the feudal era. They lived in the world left behind by the ancient civilization, cultivating extraordinary power.
After breaking through the outer wall, the orks still needed to deal with the enemies inside to complete the mission.
Of course, this wasn't a difficult task.
It would just take some time.
Gorgutz stretched his massive body.
Behind him, countless Ork Boyz boarded smoking flying contraptions and rushed towards various locations. This world, unimaginably vast to the Mayfly, was merely a warm-up galaxy in Gorgutz's eyes.
There were no powerful enemies in this world. Those so-called Saint-level and Demigod-level powerhouses were incredibly weak. The abilities they possessed were equivalent to those of a Psyker Boy. They had just created many unnecessary ranks and titles.
But no matter how imposing those titles sounded, they couldn't change the objective reality.
Somewhere in the Dark Abyss Fortress.
A magnificent holy land was situated here. The holy land covered a vast area and had stood for ten thousand years.
Hundreds of surrounding countries revered this holy land.
Even the royal families considered it an honor to become disciples of the holy land.
But now, Scarface Tusks and his Ork Boyz had occupied it. The Santa empire had been completely slaughtered. The returning Northern King, seeing his own child killed and his people massacred, drew his blade and led the remaining Northern Territory Iron Cavalry to seek revenge. The outcome was naturally not much different. The Northern Territory Iron Cavalry, who had advanced aggressively and were said to be invincible with over ten thousand men, were overwhelmed by countless orks.
The Northern King, a Half-Saint, a pillar of the Imperium, and a figure of authority in the martial world, was flattened into a meat paste by a single slap from Scarface Tusks. The entire Santa empire was destroyed, and the imperial capital fell after only a day and a half. The royal family and nobles were completely slaughtered.
Not even the old, weak, women, or children were spared.
Scarface Tusks led his Ork Boyz on a widespread massacre.
Finally, even this ancient holy land, which had stood for ten thousand years, suffered its dark fate. The Mayflies cultivating in the holy land were completely slaughtered. The Holy Lord, who possessed Saint-level strength, was overwhelmed by the Ork Boyz, his entire body torn to shreds, his intestines spilling onto the ground, and he screamed for several hours before dying. There were corpses everywhere. The only survivors were those in the last great hall at the core of the holy land. The hall was grand and spectacular, covering a large area, almost the size of a small town.
It stood over a thousand meters tall.
Standing amidst the ruins, it was exceptionally conspicuous. The surviving Mayflies were hiding inside. The outside of the hall was protected by a shield formed by countless runes. These runes interwoven together formed an impenetrable great formation, firmly protecting the final palace.
Countless orks surrounded the last great hall. The trapped Mayflies looked out from inside the hall, seeing an endless, overwhelming green tide, innumerable. They were like a small boat in a storm, ready to be swallowed whole by this terrifying green wave at any moment. The orks surrounded the final hall. They continuously fired, or used artillery to bombard the opponent's barrier.
Attempting to completely eliminate the enemy.
Each ork attack left faint ripples on the shield formed by the interwoven runes. The Mayfly powerhouses of the holy land gathered together, resisting the overwhelming green tide by activating a special stone tablet.
A Mayfly, whose vitality was depleted and was nearing death, sat on the highest seat in the hall.
It was he who presided over the great formation protecting the hall, preventing the orks from breaking in. The old Mayfly exuded the aura of a Saint-level powerhouse.
He was the hidden strength of the holy land, having slept for a thousand years, emerging only to protect the holy land.
His withered body contained immense power.
His shriveled skin was translucent, radiating a sacred aura. The old Mayfly remained silent, sitting on the main seat, focusing solely on maintaining the great formation.
Inside the hall, countless women and children wept, and every Mayfly exuded an emotion of despair. The younger Mayflies had expressions of grief and indignation on their faces.
Some disciples who had cultivated in the holy land for a long time held weapons, ready for a desperate fight.
Outside, Scarface Tusks looked at the great formation, which was like a turtle shell, as the Ork Boyz' continuous attacks failed to make any breakthrough.
"Damn it, tell the Mekboyz to haul up my big gun," Scarface Tusks' heart hardened, and he slapped his thigh fiercely, deciding to use the big gun he had traded from the Squigs some time ago.
Soon, a cannon with a muzzle as big as an ork Boy's head was hauled over.
Several Big Meks hammered away with iron hammers, clanging and clanking.
A blue light condensed at the muzzle, like a small blue sun, so bright it was hard to keep one's eyes open.
Moments later, with a bang, a blue beam shot out from the muzzle.
It struck the shield formed by countless interwoven runes.
Within a few breaths, the shield was pierced, revealing a gap.
Pfft! Pfft!
The old Mayfly presiding over the great formation inside the hall suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The great formation also began to shake. The enemy surged in through the torn gap.
Killing cries echoed throughout the last sanctuary.
A great massacre erupted everywhere. The women and children screamed. The Mayfly disciples of the holy land shouted and charged at the enemy, only to be struck down and have their skulls crushed underfoot. The old Mayfly, possessing Saint-level strength, opened his eyes.
He had exhausted his power, his life force extinguished.
His cloudy eyes looked at the green enemies appearing at the main entrance of the hall, especially the massive monster, and despair filled him.
Nothing could stop that colossal creature.
Even the most outstanding disciples of the holy land were easily beaten into disgusting mud before its brute force. The old Mayfly tremblingly raised his hand, a point of light condensing at his fingertip. That point of light was terrifyingly powerful, containing boundless Dao rhythm.
Unfortunately, the old Mayfly ultimately failed to deliver his final strike.
His head drooped weakly, and his body turned into pieces of flying ash carrying residual fire. The surviving Mayflies who had hidden in the hall were completely slaughtered. The magnificent hall that had stood for ten thousand years became ruins.
Scarface Tusks pulled out the stone tablet left by the ancient civilization, which contained mysterious power. This thing was as valuable as the scrap metal provided by the Squigs.
He had to take this thing back and let the Big Meks figure out how to use it. There were over a hundred Big Meks accompanying Scarface Tusks.
Makkai was one of them.
His technique was exceptionally "skillful."
Many Ork Boyz were given a new lease on life through his ingenious techniques.
An ork Boy's arm had been stabbed by those bugs, and he was now fixed on a blood-stained operating table, with Makkai holding a chainsaw, ready to saw off the entire arm and replace it with a metal one. To prevent resistance, he had already hit the ork Boy's head several times with a stick, ensuring the guy wouldn't wake up until the surgery was over.
Some captured Mayflies were locked in cages. They watched in horror as wounds that would have been fine with just bandaging were directly subjected to amputation by that crazy-looking guy.
After sawing off the arm, sparking cables and tubes were inserted into the wound, and then a metal arm was installed.
Several Runtherdz used gas torches to fix and weld the arm.
After completing the surgery, Makkai knocked out all the ork Boy's teeth as his payment and then threw the unlucky fellow out.
After completing this transaction, Makkai became busy again.
Some of the various stone tablets and ancient civilization objects with mysterious power collected by Scarface Tusks were given to him.
He was currently studying how to use them.
He grabbed two Mayflies from the iron cage, skillfully cut them open, then stopped the bleeding, ensuring they wouldn't die. Then he also removed their skull caps and connected nerve lines.
After doing all this, he casually picked out a few jade stones and had the Runtherdz stuff them into the hands of the two unlucky fellows, starting the test.
A Runtherd suddenly pulled down a switch, and a powerful electric current sent him flying with a bang. The two Mayflies also involuntarily trembled, and the jade stones in their hands emitted light, with countless runes appearing from within them.
"I reckon this thing, we can definitely use it too," Makkai said, looking at the chaotic symbols flickering on the broken screens. Those symbols looked very messy, but Makkai could see the method within them.
If a tech-priest from the Adeptus Mechanicus were here and saw these symbols, their obsessive-compulsive disorder would likely make their head explode.
After observing for a while, Makkai grabbed a Runtherd, preparing to put it into practice.
The grot was completely unaware of the impending danger.
It was seated on a stool by Makari and its limbs were secured.
In its slender fingers, it clutched a three-sided obelisk, about half a foot in length. The surface of the obelisk was inscribed with countless intricate runes. These runes were left behind by a lost, ancient civilization. That civilization was incredibly powerful and had mastered advanced sub-space knowledge.
Like the eldar of old, their use of psyker energy was extraordinary.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to forge super-gigantic structures like the Dark Abyss Fortress to alter the vast currents of the Aetheric Ocean, allowing them to control the flow of sub-space at will. The remnants left behind by this civilization were naturally also incredibly powerful.
Unfortunately, the Ephemera race was completely unable to understand the system of that knowledge. They simply dug up various items from that ancient civilization's ruins and tried to comprehend the 'Dao' within them. The Ephemera race itself had no capacity for innovation.
Everything they had was built upon the Legacy of that ancient civilization. This led to a situation where the older the item, the more powerful it was in Ephemera society.
Once various ruins appeared, they would fight tooth and nail.
Countless Ephemera would resort to any means to seize the opportunities within, just to take another step forward themselves.
Innovation and theoretical development were almost non-existent.
If they obtained an ancient inheritance, they would hide it and only pass it down to blood relatives. Their goal was to monopolize an inheritance so that their descendants could achieve something.
Makari felt pity for those fools. They were even worse than the grots.
At least the grots knew to learn some experience and share what they knew with other grots. Those Ephemera creatures had no awareness of learning, much less the intention to communicate with each other. They treated those broken scraps as if they were some rare treasure. Their failure was predetermined.
A race without the ability to learn was destined to be eliminated.
Orks wouldn't be so foolish.
Orks would learn these things and make them all their own. These strange and bizarre scraps were very valuable.
When the time came, they could be embedded in the boys' armor, and then their power could be unleashed.
Makari secured the cables to the grot. Then he began to flip the switches one by one. The current flowed through the cables, causing the entire ceiling to crackle and pop.
Several places caught fire.
Makari sped up, trying to pull the main switch before everything burned down.
A piercing alarm blared throughout the enormous workshop.
A modified ork shot and destroyed the alarm with one shot.
He didn't like that strange sound.
Makari swore that if he could still escape alive later, he would grab a hammer and deliver a hard blow to that ork boy's head.
After pressing the final main switch, a beam of light, hotter than the scorching urine of the Gork and Mork, was released from the miniature obelisk in the greenskin's hand.
It was like billions of stars converging into a beam of destruction, invincible and piercing through everything in the world.
Innumerable grand voices resonated.
Faint shadows appeared in the sky, emitting an aura of immortality.
A terrifying pressure, like falling stars, caused countless living beings to tremble.
Layers of hazy light enveloped the heavens and earth, revealing a monstrous power. The Ephemera imprisoned in the iron cages showed looks of terror. The terrifying power was a thousand, ten thousand times more frightening than that of a Saint-level expert.
What was going on with these enemies from outside the domain?
How could they possibly wield the power left by the ancient sages!!
This was power that even those half-step Divine Realm experts couldn't unleash.
How could it be controlled by these barbaric and crude fellows!!
"I reckon, this thing can really be used!!"
Makari looked excitedly at the beam of light piercing the sky.
If he embedded it in the ork boys' armor, wouldn't that be awesome beyond belief?
Loud bangs, bangs, and bangs echoed continuously.
Makari's workshop experienced continuous explosions. The grot was also blown into a bloody pulp with a loud bang. The obelisk, covered with countless profound runes, fell to the ground with a crisp sound. That terrifying aura that made countless mortal beings kneel also disappeared.
Just as Makari was about to retrieve the obelisk, the huge generator, panting like an old ox, finally couldn't hold on any longer.
With a loud bang, flames spread throughout the entire workshop.
Makari and his grots were all blown away.
Makari, with his massive body and heavy armor, became a cannonball, directly crashing into a Gargant standing in the ork camp.
After landing, he rolled on the ground many times before stopping.
When he got up, Makari was dizzy, with stars all over his eyes. The obelisk was blown into the air, then fell back down, hitting Makari just as he was getting up.
It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Makari fell down, his heavy body raising clouds of smoke from the ground. The unconscious Makari was woken up by Scarface Tusk. The method of waking him up was simple and brutal, full of the unique passionate style of the orks.
Scarface Tusk grabbed Makari, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard into the forehead of the unconscious Makari.
If he was lucky, he would wake up.
If not, a new Big Mek could take over.
Makari woke up.
Scarface Tusk's hand, covered with thick metal armor, was playing with the obelisk. The material of the obelisk was very special; it didn't look large but was very heavy and hard.
Even an Ork Warboss couldn't directly shatter it.
"You git, you blew up all the good stuff I collected," Scarface Tusk said to the awakened Big Mek. "You'd better have found something, or I'll tie you to a Rokkit Boy's arse and let them fly with you."
"Boss, I've definitely made a discovery," Makari said, looking fearful and worried.
In fact, he no longer respected his boss as much as before.
As the smartest Big Mek, he should be the boss.
"It had better be valuable, or you're still flying," Scarface Tusk stared at Makari.
"Don't worry, Boss, you'll definitely be satisfied. I'm going to build you the most awesome armor, using these scraps," Makari said, pointing to the obelisk in Scarface Tusk's hand.
"This thing can be used?" Scarface Tusk looked doubtful.
"Of course it can be used, the power is totally awesome," Makari said, patting his chest. "Guaranteed to let the boss punch through a mountain with one blow."
Scarface Tusk looked skeptical.
But Makari puffed out his chest, full of confidence.
He couldn't just act directly and hang the other party on a rocket to send him flying.
"Then you git, get to it. If it doesn't work, I'll hang you on a rocket," Scarface Tusk said.
"Don't worry, Boss."
Makari was very fast.
He had the grots and Mekboyz build a huge scaffolding and had Scarface Tusk secured to it.
Many ork armors were directly bolted onto their bodies.
Some were even drilled directly into their bones for fixation.
If they were removed, their entire bodies might fall apart. To upgrade Scarface Tusk's armor, he could only be fixed to the scaffolding. The grots embedded the special scraps obtained from the bugs one by one into the armor, and then welded the energy cables together to form energy pathways.
Of course, this process was not smooth; Makari had to watch those grots and Mekboyz to prevent them from messing up and killing their boss.
When everything was completed, Scarface Tusk walked down from the fixed scaffolding.
A huge crystal had been embedded in his chest, and dozens of long swords emitting a terrifying aura and covered with endless runes were welded onto his arms.
Seven or eight pieces of shattered stone tablets were also embedded in his back.
It looked mismatched.
Scarface Tusk thought this appearance was hideous.
But he still suppressed the urge to punch Makari to death and tested his new armor.
"WAAAAAAGH," he roared. The crystal in his chest burst out with intense light, emitting waves of terrifying aura.
A phantom figure sat cross-legged in the crystal.
Light flowed out along the connected cables, entering his arms and back. The stone tablet fragments on his back were activated, and countless runes intertwined into chains of order. The long swords welded onto his arms shot out incredibly sharp sword energy. As he roared, the sword energy grew larger and larger and larger.
Eventually, it was more than ten times larger than Scarface Tusk himself.
With a fierce slash, a terrifying, smooth crack stretching for over ten kilometers appeared on the ground.
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
The other ork boys all cheered. This strike was almost comparable to the damage caused by a small exterminatus weapon or Titan weapons. These bug scraps were actually so powerful.
Scarface Tusk looked at his arm, revealing undisguised greed.
So powerful, he would definitely gain the favor of the God-Emperor and Gork and Mork.
Maybe he could even replace Gorgutz and become the new Ork Emperor.
"WAAAAAAGH!!" Scarface Tusk roared. "Boys, listen up! Quick, collect all the scraps. They're all ours."
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
Seeing this scene, the ork boys all became excited. They grabbed their choppas and shootas and rushed out of the camp to collect the scraps. The boys who had kept those scraps before all flocked to Makari, hoping he could help them upgrade.