The colossal Gorkanaut, massive in size, was like a mobile steel fortress.
Its bloated body was wrapped in layers of thick iron plating, and the exhaust pipes on its back were so huge they could fit a grot inside.
Inside the Gorkanaut, a massive furnace roared, providing power to this walking mountain of scrap metal.
Every few seconds, it would spew out large amounts of exhaust fumes with a loud whooshing sound.
Gorkanauts were important war machines for the greenskins during ground combat.
Each one was a unique and extraordinary pile of junk. They were cobbled together by Big Meks and countless grot assistants.
Don't expect any commonality between them.
Not even a single bolt would be the same model.
After all, the ork style is all about doing whatever they feel like.
One arm of the Gorkanaut was equipped with a giant hydraulic press, welded at the end with a ridiculously heavy, ridiculously large Super Choppa, or a super-sized Chainsword and Power Klaw.
These things could instantly smash an entire squad of infantry with a single swing, and a few more hits could easily crush a heavy tank. The other arm was fitted by the Big Meks with an enormous cannon barrel that was enough to make one's legs tremble just by looking at it.
Aside from the arms, the Big Meks would find ways to mount all sorts of giant Big Shootas and the largest cannon barrels they could cobble together onto the Gorkanaut's massive body.
In the simple understanding of the orks, the more shootas and the bigger the muzzle, the stronger the power. These behemoths could blast every enemy on the battlefield into smithereens. To the excited screams of the Mekboyz, the Gorkanaut took heavy steps, crushing the bricks and stones along the way into powder.
Controlling the Gorkanaut, it swung a fist directly onto a giant Rune Golem. The Rune Golem used its giant shield to block the punch. The sound of their collision was like thunder rumbling, covering the entire battlefield.
The giant sword held tightly in the Rune Golem's hand flowed with brilliant light. The Minotaur controlling the Rune Golem injected its power into it, activating the magical arrays.
With an effortless swing, it chopped off the Gorkanaut's arm. This caused sparks and oil to burst out, and even triggered an explosion. The Power Klaw equipped on the Gorkanaut's other arm also showed crackling arcs of electricity. The sharp metal claw, covered by a power field, fiercely pierced the Rune Golem's chest. The sturdy stone was instantly ground into dust. The battle between the two sides was incredibly brutal, like two mythical titans clashing.
Other Rune Golems also engaged the Gorkanauts. Their battles swept through the remaining city ruins.
Making them even more dilapidated.
Gorgutz seized the opportunity to lead the boyz around the fighting behemoths. They went from the other side to pursue the surviving Minotaurs. The city's protective magical array had been broken.
Many powerful Minotaur experts with cultivation had died tragically. The surviving Minotaurs were basically civilians. They no longer had organized combat power.
Only a few brave Minotaur warriors were still fighting desperately, trying to stop the green tide from slaughtering their kin. They were being driven back, screaming and wailing.
Many sounded like grots crying from fear. The Ork Boyz surrounded them from all sides.
Several enemies clad in armor and radiating light were roaring in anger, punching and killing orks. They leveraged the power of the warp, each punch and kick erupting with immense power. The Ork Boyz swarmed forward. They were reinforced Imperial orks, who had not only recovered many powerful instincts of the ancient Holy Ones' biological weapons but also gained the enhancement of Imperial technology. They were far more powerful than before.
Coupled with the protection of the special WAAAAAGH! field. The Minotaurs' extraordinary power couldn't cause much harm to them.
A Minotaur swinging a greatsword was knocked to the ground. The orks swarmed him, swinging their weapons, and literally dismembered him.
"Kill 'em!" Gorgutz yelled excitedly. This kind of bloody WAAAAAGH! was always the most exciting.
Although Gorgutz held a constantly firing Big Shoota in his hand.
He liked these muscle-bound Minotaurs.
He liked blowing them apart with a single shot even more. The Ork Boyz holding modified Big Shootas also cheered and fired at the remaining Minotaurs.
Various gunshots roared, and the muzzle flashes flickered. Those large-bodied Minotaurs were shattered into pieces.
Various severed limbs flew everywhere.
Crying and screaming mixed together.
Some strong Minotaurs tried to protect the young Minotaurs and break through.
However, their desperate struggle was useless. They were quickly submerged by the overwhelming green tide.
After a few screams, they were silent. The Minotaurs controlling the Rune Golems saw their kin being slaughtered and also cried out in despair. They wanted to take the Gorkanauts down with them.
But the cunning Meks didn't give them the chance; they called for the Wartrakk Boyz to gang up on them.
Gorgutz, who had finished off the last surviving Minotaurs, also turned his gun to deal with those few Rune Golems.
Under the terrifying firepower, the focused-fire Rune Golems twitched.
Cracks on their massive bodies also increased. Their joints were quickly broken. The entire body swayed precariously.
In the final tragic roar of the Minotaur controlling the Rune Golem, the Rune Golem swayed, and finally crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar. The last Rune Golem realized its companions had been defeated when it was too late.
Its leg was hit by a giant artillery piece and shattered.
A powerful rune energy burst out from the broken area.
Its entire body also staggered a few steps.
It swung the greatsword in its hand, wanting to take down a few unlucky ones before being completely destroyed.
"Let this idiot taste our power!" Gorgutz shouted.
At his command, all the Ork Boyz increased their firepower.
Gorgutz also raised his giant Big Shoota and aimed at the opponent's head.
Accompanied by a deafening gunshot. The giant bullet pierced the head of that Rune Golem.
Under the dense barrage of fire, the Rune Golem finally couldn't bear it.
Its legs could no longer withstand the terrible pressure and began to collapse.
A Burna Wartrakk, always fearless of death and spewing fire from its exhaust pipes, swooped down from the sky.
With excited screams, it used the drill on its front to pierce directly through the opponent's chest.
When the fragmented Rune Golem fell, it kicked up rolling clouds of smoke. The Minotaurs were all dead.
Leaving behind a giant city ravaged by the Orks.
"Boss, Boss." Mogrik, carrying a captured greatsword, ran over excitedly.
"You idiot, where did you run off to?" Gorgutz slapped the back of his green, bald head, saying irritably.
He had been looking for this bastard earlier.
But he couldn't find him at all.
Now that the fighting was over, he showed up.
Could it be that he was scared and hid?!!
That kind of behavior was definitely not WAAAAAGH! enough.
"I was pinned down there," Mogrik said, pointing to a collapsed building, "I just crawled out, and I found this."
Mogrik took out the door-sized sword, which was engraved with complex runes.
A faint white light flowed within it, giving off a chilling aura.
Gorgutz scanned him up and down, confirmed he wasn't lying, then took the greatsword from his hand and swung it a few times.
It felt very comfortable.
He casually swiped it and found it was also very sharp.
It could easily cut through steel and other materials.
It would be quite good if he took it back and had the Mekboyz modify it into a big axe.
"Very good." Gorgutz nodded, "Boyz, go and loot all their good stuff for me, and after you're done, we'll go to other places."
"WAAAAAGH!"
"WAAAAAGH!"
"WAAAAAGH!"
Hearing their boss' words, they all screamed excitedly and went to gather their spoils.
On the other side, the Ork Warboss Scarface Tusk was also inciting the Ork Boyz to attack.
Striving to achieve more victories than the other Warbosses. This was a world belonging to the Minotaurs.
Similar to the previous Dark Abyss Fortress, it was a ruin left behind by an ancient civilization. The Minotaurs had established their own civilization here and built many magnificent cities.
News about the extraterrestrial daemons had long spread in the Minotaur world.
Besides the screams from the spirit world.
Some Moth-kin, who escaped from the Dark Abyss Fortress using ancient artifacts, fled to this world and informed the local Minotaurs of the daemon invasion.
"Flee quickly! The green-skinned daemons bearing the double-headed eagle emblem will descend soon, and they will burn and kill everything in their path."
"Nothing can make us leave our home. No matter how terrifying the daemons are, they will be destroyed by our valiant resistance."
Fu E knew the terror of those daemons well.
Seeing the Minotaurs' stubbornness, he didn't waste time trying to persuade them. They hastily departed the Minotaurs' world, using ancient relics to traverse the void and escape to a more distant world.
Destruction descended upon the Minotaurs' world, just as Fu E had said. The scale wasn't large at first.
In just a few months, the green tide formed.
A massive tear opened in the sky, and under a strange light, countless green daemons descended. They were clad in hideous armor, wielding terrifying weapons, their eyes burning red. The Minotaur race united under the call of their strongest warrior, Bloodhoof.
All the powerful individuals formed a united front against the daemons.
But those monsters were pure war machines, tireless and fearless of sacrifice.
Relying on their vast numbers and strange weapons, they quickly breached city after city.
Hidden powerhouses and numerous sacred lands and sects were forced to unite under the pressure of the foreign enemy.
But the flames of war spread rapidly, and the enemy's strength caused the allied forces to retreat repeatedly, ultimately collapsing and shattering.
A portion of the Minotaurs, led by Bloodhoof, fled towards Blood Sacrifice Mountain. There remained a magic formation left by ancient sages, capable of blocking the daemons.
Another portion of the Minotaurs, their retreat cut off, entered the Vast Mountain Range under the leadership of another powerful warrior, Rivermane, hoping to use its treacherous terrain to fight the daemons. The orks led by Scarface Tusk were responsible for annihilating the Minotaurs who had fled into the Vast Mountain Range.
Battles repeatedly erupted between the two sides in the mountains. The Minotaurs wielded the power of the Warp, using ancient inheritances to fight against the orks.
Scarface Tusk, on the other hand, used numbers and advanced technology to gradually compress the enemy's area of activity. The Vast Mountain Range, having endured continuous bombardment by the orks and the baptism of powerful Warp energy, had become a desolate desert.
Looking around, everything was scorched black.
Canyons hundreds, even thousands of meters deep were everywhere. They were either blasted by artillery or detonated by Minotaur secret techniques.
Rivermane directed the surviving Minotaurs to fight with all his might.
He encouraged the Minotaurs to fight until the last moment to defend their homeland.
Unfortunately, there were many things in this world that could not be changed by individual effort.
Courage is a beautiful quality.
But it is not the key factor in deciding war. Technology and strategy are. The orks appeared very foolish, but they were born war machines. They were born to kill enemies and wage wars. The Minotaurs suffered heavy casualties and finally retreated to the mountain gate of the last sect in the Vast Mountain Range, the Beast Taming Sect. They had nowhere left to run.
Outside the sect's magic formation was an endless expanse of green-skinned daemons. The Beast Taming Sect's alchemy room was now filled with the wounded.
Wailing and crying sounds were incessant.
Healing pills were already depleted.
Even the cultivators who could still fight only received a pitiable few. There were simply no pills to spare for the wounded. They had no other path but death.
Rivermane no longer scolded the weeping tribesmen for being cowards as he had before.
Days of fighting had drained their blood and burned away their courage. Their world was finished.
A brilliant civilization had turned to ash. Those despicable daemons came bearing the banner of the double-headed eagle, destroying everything.
Rivermane didn't know how Bloodhoof was doing!!
Blood Sacrifice Mountain was the land of ancient sages; perhaps some tribesmen could survive there.
After simply treating his wounds, Rivermane walked out of the alchemy room.
His sturdy hooves clattered on the bluestone slabs.
A gigantic magic formation enveloped the sky above the Beast Taming Sect, emitting a purplish-blue halo.
Every so often, the formation would tremble, causing the mountain gate to shake along with it. The daemons were bombarding the formation with their strange weapons. They didn't have many crystals left; they could last until tomorrow morning at most.
Here, there were the last five thousand cultivators, from various realms.
But most of those who made it here alive were from higher realms. There were many low-level Minotaurs, but they died easily.
Besides the cultivators, the rest here were civilians. There were over twenty-five thousand of them. The daemons were incredibly cruel; no Minotaur who fell into their hands survived.
At the beginning of the war, Bloodhoof had ordered large numbers of civilians to be sent to safe zones. The foundation of cultivators was the civilians; without civilians, there would be no new cultivators.
Protecting civilians was protecting their future.
Unfortunately, with the loss of the war, large numbers of civilians were massacred.
When fleeing into the Vast Mountain Range, Rivermane and others had escorted nearly ten million civilians into various sects.
Adding the towns and villages within the Vast Mountain Range, there were tens of millions of civilians in total.
But now, only twenty-five thousand remained. The brutality of this war was something Rivermane had never experienced. The shocking sight of countless corpses piled high was a million times more terrifying than the open and hidden struggles of the cultivation world in the past. This was a war of racial annihilation. The daemons were dedicated to the complete destruction of the Minotaur race.
Walking through the various areas of the Beast Taming Sect, some Minotaur warriors saluted Rivermane. They looked extremely tired but still maintained their will to fight.
Gigantic golems stood on the open ground, with artifact refiners and their apprentices striving to repair the terrible damage, ensuring they could participate in the next day's battle.
Rune airships hovered in the sky, and cultivators wielding flying swords transported the prepared cannonballs onto them.
Rivermane made a round of inspection; all the Minotaurs were silently preparing. The final battle would erupt at dawn tomorrow.
"We will fight until the last moment," Rivermane said in his heart, "no matter the outcome."
**Correcting coordinates.**
**Soul detection methods detected, evading.**
**Tearing open the veil, descending into the real universe.**
A series of sounds echoed in the mind of Raven Guard Captain Yorn.
He felt as though his body and soul were being torn apart. The ultra-long-distance individual teleportation caused him an indescribable pain.
But relying on his powerful physique and the blessing of the Heart of the Imperium, he endured it and successfully landed in a primeval forest.
**Stealth mode activated, proton probes released, scanning for nearby intelligence information, please wait patiently.**
To the sound of the Imperial system's broadcast, Yorn stretched his limbs. The armor's servo system fluctuated with his movements.
Over five thousand Raven Guards were deployed to different worlds as Imperial scouts to investigate the civilization named the Forgotten. The implication was that they were descendants left behind by that super civilization, a group of the forgotten.
Calgar decided to figure out the situation of this civilization before formulating a detailed war plan. The Raven Guards, most skilled in infiltration and behind-enemy-lines operations, were considered the best candidates for intelligence gathering.
Yorn and several warriors were sent to this world. Their mission was simple: gather intelligence.
If possible, assassinate the local powerhouses along the way. To ensure that when the Imperium arrived, it could smoothly take over the entire world.
Dealing with a civilization with such a vast territory could not be done by brute military force alone. The area was too large.
Even if they went on a path of annihilation, halfway through they would find that the planets they had turned into glass had been transformed back into vibrant planets by the enemy.
It would also excessively waste the resources of the Imperial homeland and even lead to difficulties due to the war. They had to fight and colonize simultaneously.
By letting the Imperium take root there, they could then destroy the enemy in one fell swoop without needing too much support from the Imperial homeland.
As the released proton probes transmitted back intelligence.
A small map formed in Yorn's mind.
Not far from him, outside the forest, a gigantic city and some scattered villages and towns were discovered.
Humans and variant races lived together.
After determining the direction, Yorn decided to go and see what intelligence he could gather!!