The assault ships used by the T103 Tyrant for boarding were structurally simple and thinly armored. Their sole purpose was to melt the enemy ship's outer armor with a high-power laser cannon mounted at the bow, then, carrying their deadly passengers, crash directly into the perilous enemy vessel.
"WAAAGH! Let dem squishy gitz in! We'z gonna wrassle 'em ta bits!!!" The Orks' peculiar brain circuitry led them not to destroy the assault ships carrying the T103 Tyrant with broadside cannons. Instead, they actively allowed the T103 Tyrant to come in. "WAAAGH!!!" Roars of battle echoed throughout the ship's compartments. The Ork Boyz were all eagerly anticipating the appearance of powerful, colorful-armored 'squishy things' from the assault ship.
However, what emerged with the heavy thud of military boots on the floor was not the powerful 'squishy things' the Ork Boyz had imagined. Instead, it was the grey-skinned, cold-faced T103 Tyrant and the ferocious-looking Pursuers.
"Uh… Boss, I don' fink dese is da squishy gitz…" One Ork Boy scratched his head, surprisingly not attacking immediately.
"WAAAGH!" It was unclear which Ork Boy first let out a war cry, then immediately charged towards the T103 Tyrant and Pursuers, brandishing a rattling, tattered Chainsword. Unlike the T103 Tyrant produced by Umbrella Corporation, which wore only a military greatcoat and specialized in stealth infiltration operations, the T103 Tyrant produced on Avarax were covered in incredibly thick, heavy armor and wielded various giant melee weapons. They were true frontal battlefield killing machines.
"!" A T103 Tyrant stepped forward and, with an armored fist, punched the charging Ork Boy several meters away. This blow seemed to flip a switch in the Orks. Their not-so-clever brains understood one thing:"I rekkon dese is big squishy gitz too—an' proppa stompy ones at dat!"
"WAAAGH!!!" Their innate combat instincts drove the Ork Boyz to raise their motley weapons and charge towards the T103 Tyrant and Pursuers. Unlike the Orks who constantly roared during battle, the T103 Tyrant and Pursuers were silent, ruthless bio-weapons that only knew how to complete their designated tasks. And they had one and only one command: kill all hostile targets on the ship. And they would steadfastly execute it.
All T103 Tyrant closed their helmets, completely sealing themselves within their armor. Then, they raised their giant weapons, such as steel battle axes and broad war blades, and charged head-on into the surging green tide. Instantly, the war machines created by the Old Ones collided with Umbrella Corporation's bio-weapons. Fierce battles erupted throughout the Ork junk ship. And these battles, which the Orks found very "WAAAGH," attracted even more Orks to join in.
Through the cameras mounted on some of the T103 Tyrant, the crew of the Ishimura could clearly see the battles raging throughout the compartments of the Hammerhead-class battlecruiser. The ruthless T103 Tyrant withstood wave after wave of attacks from the Ork Boyz. Ork Boyz or Gretchin were constantly torn to shreds by the T103 Tyrant's brute force. The Pursuers, under the cover of the T103 Tyrant, also began terrifying long-range fire suppression. Terrifying explosions continuously echoed throughout the junk ship.
But at the same time, the crew of the Ishimura, and Marcus, knew that although the first wave of boarding T103 Tyrant and Pursuers could temporarily contend with the endless green tide, they would eventually be overwhelmed by the increasingly ferocious Orks due to their sparse numbers.
"Send up all remaining T103 Tyrant and Pursuers," Marcus ordered. The more intense the battle on the Hammerhead-class battlecruiser, the more time the Ishimura would have to attack the other two junk ships. The flight deck of the Ishimura was already filled with assault ships, each packed with T103 Tyrant and Pursuers. Their number had reached over three thousand. If such a large number of T103 Tyrant and Pursuers successfully boarded, while it was unlikely to capture the Hammerhead-class battlecruiser in one fell swoop, it would certainly create greater chaos.
All assault ships started their engines, then flew off the flight deck and charged towards the Hammerhead-class battlecruiser. As the junk ship on the left was engulfed in nuclear flames, this new batch of T103 Tyrant and Pursuers also successfully boarded.
"WAAAGH!!! It's more and more powerful squishy things!" Soon, even more Ork Boyz voluntarily left their original posts, celebrating and joining this "WAAAGH." Compared to the boring cannon fire while guarding their posts, the close-quarters bloody combat and the wild recoil of the shootas made the Ork Boyz feel more "WAAAGH." Even the Ork Boss who was originally stationed inside the ship joined the battle. No Ork could refuse a battle happening right next to them; it was an instinct etched into their genes.
"Boss! Dese big squishy gitz is proper WAAAGH, fer real!" The Ork Boyz' fighting spirit was continuously rising, and the WAAAGH energy that already permeated the ship's compartments began to grow even denser. As a result, all Orks, from Gretchin and Snotlings to Ork Boyz, and even the Ork Boss named Grim Ironjaw, grew more muscular. The weapons they held, which other intelligent races would deem impossible to fire, even became comparable in power to master-crafted Bolters.
"WAAAGH!!!" Accompanied by the earth-shattering roars of the Orks, the thick armor on some of the T103 Tyrant finally began to break down and disintegrate under continuous Chainsword slashes, Bolter fire, and even Plasma bombardments. And the T103 Tyrant, who had been restraining their power, finally achieved true liberation.
After suffering a certain degree of damage, the T103 Tyrant, freed from the restraint of their armor, had the T-Virus within them rapidly proliferate and activate. The T103 Tyrant's muscles began to swell rapidly, and their height continuously increased. Their already incredibly tough grey skin was now strong enough to withstand the slashes of the Orks' Chainsword. A direct hit from a Bolter only shaved off a portion of the T103 Tyrant's flesh, which was quickly repaired by the T-Virus. The T103 Tyrant's hands were also replaced by huge and sharp claws. Each swing was enough to rip out most of an Ork Boy's internal organs.
"Boss! Dem big squishy gitz is gettin' crazier an' more WAAAGH by da second!"
The Ork Boyz did not retreat because of the T103 Tyrant's increased combat power; instead, they excitedly swarmed forward. And Grim Ironjaw, as the Boss, shoved aside the Boyz and Gretchin in his way, roaring as he charged towards a Super T103 Tyrant, swinging both the hydraulic claw on his left hand and the power claw on his right hand at the Super T103 Tyrant in front of him simultaneously.