Chapter 91: WAAAGH! Energy Doesn't Discriminate
Irongob was furious. This kind of fighting wasn't WAAAGH! at all. Smashing these metal turrets wasn't satisfying in the slightest; it was less interesting than kicking a Grot's backside.
These gits who had invaded his territory didn't even dare to face the great Irongob in a proper fight! Cowardly gits!
But looking at the brand-new corridors, Irongob felt his brain wasn't quite up to the task. Wasn't this his turf? How had it changed so much just a short while after these humans arrived?
"I've lived 'ere for so long, dis ain't right!"
Even the totems of Gork and Mork that the Ork Boyz had painted were gone.
And the more uncomfortable these Orks became, the more comfortable Lucan felt.
The previously precarious battle situation had instantly stabilized, and the entire situation had entered a virtuous cycle.
The more the SCVs repaired, the more complete the warship became, and the more defensive facilities could be brought online.
And the more defensive facilities there were, the smaller the Orks' living space became.
Looking at the warship wreckage from the perspective of the ships in the sky, the sheet metal and scrap that the Orks had installed on it were already falling off in large quantities.
Some small hull breaches had already begun to fuse back together.
And as more and more Raiders dropped into this wreckage, some important corridors also began to be controlled. The soldiers immediately started to establish defensive positions in these corridors, and Widow Mines were once again quietly buried in the ground, waiting for some unlucky individual to trigger them.
The relatively narrow corridors also prevented this group of Orks from leveraging their numerical advantage.
And the three Gorgon-class Battlecruisers outside continued to provide fire support, eliminating more Ork Boyz who wanted to swarm in. The massive firepower directly cut off all of the Orks' subsequent effective forces.
However, Lucan looked at the life signs representing the Orks' positions on the screen before him; several hundred glaring red dots were rampaging through the repaired sections.
The internal defense facilities were not enough to deal with them. The communication channels were constantly filled with the sounds of various squads making contact with the enemy.
And in almost less than two minutes, no matter how these squads were hailed, there was no longer any response.
"Is that the Warboss? All squads, if you encounter this Ork, evade proactively! Do not take unnecessary casualties!"
Lucan issued the order through the communicator, and the Night Sentinels, who had been sweeping through various areas, were also gathered back by Lucan.
This Warboss's strength was even higher than he had imagined.
However, Lucan wasn't particularly worried.
Although most Orks couldn't actively use WAAAGH! energy, they were still considered a truly psychic race, with every member being psionically active.
And if you were to ask what kind of opponent Lucan liked facing the most, it would be opponents who relied on psychic energy to enhance themselves.
Although Gork and Mork had set up a "local area network" for the Orks in the Warp, allowing their WAAAGH! energy to be completely independent of the main Warp, it was ultimately still a manifestation of psychic energy.
And opponents who utilized psychic energy were inherently at a disadvantage before Lucan.
Besides, Lucan's nearly depleted Psy-crystals could be replenished a little!
At this moment, Irongob still didn't know he had been targeted.
He just felt that he hadn't had his fill of killing yet, and those cowardly gits had run away the moment they saw him.
In his klan, such cowards were to be pummeled, and then have all their teef pulled out to be used by other Boyz to buy food!
And just as he was continuing to search for the enemy, he still didn't know that his movements had long been exposed. When he led his Boyz charging into a cluttered hall, concentrated fire instantly covered the group of Orks.
Several already-buried Widow Mines also launched their missiles towards Irongob at the front.
Many Ork Boyz were killed on the spot.
However, the battle armor on Irongob actually protected him! The violent explosions surprisingly didn't cause him much damage.
And the Orks' reaction was also very fast; they immediately began to counter-attack.
The massive-caliber shootas in the hands of the Nobz were not at all inferior in firepower to the Raiders'.
"Boss! It's dem gits who are green like us!"
An Ork Boy at his side frantically pointed at the Night Sentinels clad in Praetor Suits.
In the eyes of these Ork Boyz, these warriors were already as WAAAGH! as their own Ork Nobz and Warbosses.
And what Irongob was focused on was not the Night Sentinels. He saw at a glance the figure of Lucan standing behind the Night Sentinels.
He could feel that Lucan was the strongest one!
"Boyz! Leave dat one for me! I'm gonna take 'is 'ead! Charge! Krump 'em!"
The Nobz in their battle armor charged straight ahead. The layer of armor made of unknown material on their bodies could withstand a large amount of damage. This group of Orks wanted to drag the battle into the melee they excelled at.
"Can't understand… what the hell are these Orks babbling about?"
Besides the iconic "Waaagh," Lucan couldn't understand a single word the Orks were saying. He had forgotten to bring the translator before the battle.
And the speed that Irongob instantly unleashed shocked even Lucan.
Damon and Ryan both tried to block Irongob but were sent flying. Even after killing a large number of Orks, their strength was still suppressed by Irongob!
After knocking the two aside, Irongob's power klaw swung straight towards Lucan's head. Lucan hurriedly raised his power sword to block.
At this moment, the power sword actually showed cracks?! Was this power klaw also a product of the Golden Age?!
The disruption field didn't destroy the opponent's power klaw. Lucan discovered that the Ork's weapon also possessed a similar energy field, even stronger. And because the sword's blade was cracked, the disruption field on it also began to become unstable.
And the strength displayed by Irongob was also the strongest Lucan had seen to date.
But you were nourished by the WAAAGH! energy of countless Orks, and Lucan's body was likewise enhanced by killing heretics and even daemons.
Irongob also didn't expect the "shrimpy" before him to be able to withstand his full strength.
Ever since he had become the most WAAAGH! Ork in this klan, he had never met an existence that could match him in strength.
At this distance, Lucan could already clearly sense the WAAAGH! energy, that is, psychic power, within his opponent.
Unlike the strong negative emotions carried in the Chaos energy of the Warp, the Orks' WAAAGH! energy seemed exceptionally pure, even carrying a sense of joy.
As he devoured this WAAAGH! energy, Lucan even felt an impulse to shout "Waaagh!" himself.
Fortunately, however, his Warp projection quickly purified this negative emotion.
And Irongob also felt something was wrong.
Why was his strength actually weakening?
How was the power bestowed by Gork and Mork leaving his body?
And how could the power that originally belonged to him be entering the body of this human before him?
Not just Irongob, but the Ork Nobz entangled with the Night Sentinels and Marines also felt their own strength continuously being weakened.
In contrast, ordinary Ork Boyz were only slightly weakened.
Lucan and Irongob began a reckless, frenzied exchange of blows. The speed and strength of the two had already surpassed the limits of conventional combat prowess.
Neither the Nobz nor the Night Sentinels could intervene in the battle between them.
But as more and more of his power was devoured and stripped away by Lucan, with one side waxing and the other waning, Irongob felt he could no longer suppress Lucan.
A massive force came from the power klaw, even knocking him onto his backside on the ground.
And the power sword in Lucan's hand also reached its limit and shattered.
Just as he was about to get up again, a massive fist hit him on the head, leaving him dizzy and seeing stars.
A mouthful of teef was knocked to the ground.
"I'm Krogg Irongob!!!" Krogg, his mouth full of blood, roared unwillingly. But in a moment of daze, his prized power klaw was actually chopped off at the root.
And what he was to receive next was a storm of continuous blows.
The overwhelming state of the battle before them even made the surrounding Orks unable to help but look over.
Their most WAAAGH! Ork boss was being pinned to the ground and beaten by a little 'un.
Doesn't that mean he's even more WAAAGH?!
"I reckon" doesn't disappear; it just transfers.
The Ork social system is very direct and very simple. To move up, you just have to beat down the previous ruler. Then, everything that once belonged to him will belong to you. And what you need to do next is to kill all other challengers one by one, and then you can become the ruler of this Ork klan.
As the Ork Boyz no longer trusted their original Warboss, the WAAAGH! energy within Irongob's body was also completely depleted.
(End of Chapter)
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