The dense, overwhelming tide of steel, completely filling their vision, almost submerged Adam and the others.
At this number, even Astartes would likely be ganged up on and killed.
However, this time the Orks had met their match.
Three Killa Kans rushed towards Adam, their Gretchin pilots screaming wildly, their chain-blades roaring like beasts.
But their uncoordinated swings were full of openings, offering no resistance, and they were dismembered by the Living Saint and the Custodes.
Unlike the Gretchin's chaos and powerlessness, the Deff Dreads piloted by Orks performed much better, but their effect was no different.
Adam showed no intention of stopping, merely swinging his longsword, turning several charging Deff Dreads into molten iron.
Some tank-level vehicles also proved powerless, becoming like toys before an Alpha-level Psyker, thrown into the air by invisible telekinesis, then crashing down and incidentally crushing a bunch of Greenskin Boys.
"Blast 'em! Now!"
From the Battle Fortress, the Ork Boss Galya saw this scene through the observation window and immediately roared.
It could already feel that these shrimp would likely break through the front line and rush directly to him in no time.
As a heavy-armored Ork Boss of the Blood Axe Clan, Galya had some brains and wouldn't foolishly believe he could defeat these ghostly shrimp.
"Right!"
A Mek Boy shouted.
With a grating, teeth-grinding sound, a heavy main cannon on the Battle Fortress slowly turned, preparing to aim its muzzle at the invading shrimp and deliver a fierce shot, blowing these stinking shrimp to meet their Gork and Mork.
As for what kind of shell this was, and what was inside, even the Mek Boy himself probably wasn't entirely clear.
But who cares?
It would definitely blow these stinking shrimp to smithereens, and as for the Orks currently attacking around them... good luck to them.
"Lord Adam, be careful! Those xenos seem to be preparing to bombard us!"
Through her psychic vision, Sibylla saw this scene and immediately shouted a warning.
"I see it."
Adam responded calmly, "However, they no longer have a chance."
He estimated the distance slightly, "Almost, this distance should be enough."
At this moment, the squad had completely broken through nearly half of the Ork front line, and a large number of previously obstructing heavy vehicles had been eliminated, placing them very close to the Battle Fortress.
Adam's mind stirred, and the familiar sensation of sluggishness returned. The sound of air exploding and shattering once again echoed in his ears. The next second, he vanished from his original position, instantly appearing on the armor of the Battle Fortress.
All obstacles in his path were forcefully shattered, carving out a bloody road, with limbs flying and large amounts of metal fragments scattered everywhere.
While the surrounding Orks were still in shock, Adam calmly swung his Caladbolg.
A blazing golden light shone like a star, and an extreme temperature flashed by.
The massive turret instantly turned into free-floating molecules in the air, and the Mek Boy inside the turret also vanished into nothingness, leaving no corpse behind.
After doing all this, Adam turned his gaze to the Ork Boss in the cockpit and slowly extended his hand.
Galya, the Ork Boss who was about to resist, suddenly stiffened. He felt as if the surrounding air had turned into an incredibly hard substance, his entire body seemed to be cast in steel, every joint firmly locked, completely unable to move, like an insect trapped in amber.
Then, his body lightly floated up and flew towards Adam.
Adam calmly stepped forward and grabbed the beast's neck.
Knowing his fate, Galya lost his previous panic. He gritted his teeth and roared loudly at Adam, who was within arm's reach, using Imperial Low Gothic: "Don't get too carried away, prawn! Our Blood Axe Clan Warboss is waiting for you in Dark Iron City! You will definitely taste defeat at the city walls!"
"And our Warboss will definitely tear off your head and make it a new ornament!"
As the roar faded, Galya's eyes suddenly widened.
He had imagined various reactions from this prawn upon hearing his words—disdain, contempt, anger, composure... but he had never anticipated this.
Adam's eyes glowed, and a hint of excitement, clear and understandable even to an Ork, flashed across his face.
Galya was all too familiar with this expression.
As a true Ork, he had seen it on his own leader's face—the bloodthirsty excitement that only appeared when encountering a worthy opponent or finding excellent prey.
"So that's it, you're not the true leader of these Orks, there's an even bigger fish?"
Adam laughed, "That's truly... even better."
With that, he held his captive and displayed him to the surrounding Orks, who were dumbfounded by their boss' capture.
Then, Adam raised the Caladbolg, burning with golden flames. With a flash of the sword, he savagely pierced Galya's chest.
A blinding flash of light vanished, and the Ork Boss' body from the neck down instantly turned to dust.
Adam fastened its head to his waist, surveyed the terrified Orks around him, and shouted loudly:
"Kill! Annihilate them all! Leave no one!"
Amplified by the power of reality distortion, the rolling roar spread across the entire battlefield.
With this shout, all Ork morale instantly collapsed, and they scattered in flight.
The one-sided slaughter began... On the other side, Burke raised his hellgun and pulled the trigger.
The scorching laser beam pierced the twenty-eighth Ork fleeing with its back to him, and he fell into thought.
Earlier, when he saw the support ships arriving in the trenches, Burke was quite excited.
After all, with orbital supremacy and bombardment, even a foolish Commander couldn't fail.
But when he saw the ships in the sky begin to drop drop pods, he was astonished.
"Even if the drop pods contained the Emperor's Angels of Death, they wouldn't just jump directly into the xenos' steel tide, would they?"
As a veteran of the Armageddon Steel Legion, Burke's combat experience told him that this was undoubtedly a suicidal act.
"We must support them!"
Naturally, this thought appeared in his mind.
Afterward, the Commander of the Armageddon Steel Legion, "Old Warhound," as always, demonstrated his command abilities to his subordinates.
After a brief silence, the pre-set contingency plan was activated. Leman Russ Tanks and Chimera Armored Vehicles drove in from the rear, rushing towards the Ork positions along pre-planned routes.
Burke also leaped out of the trench, forming combat teams with his comrades and the pre-assigned tanks, beginning to engage the Ork army.
He had expected a difficult rescue operation, but things went almost too smoothly.
Along the way, the Steel Legion encountered almost no enemy vehicles; if they did, they were quickly annihilated by a volley from the tank units, which for the first time since arriving on this planet, had a numerical advantage.
The Greenskin Boys they encountered also completely lacked their previous ferocity and fighting spirit, and were easily cut down in droves.
"Tch!"
Burke clicked his tongue.
This counter-charge, which should have been costly, was less intense than some of the pacification battles he had participated in before!
After an engagement that could hardly be called a battle, they finally saw the Astartes' forces.
But the sight before them greatly surprised Burke.
The tall Astartes bodies exuded a sacred yet eerie coldness, and they seemed to have suffered hardly any injuries, let alone the heavy casualties he had anticipated.
At a glance, there were no seriously wounded or dead lying on the ground.
"How is this possible?"
Around the battlefield, there were scattered steel wrecks of numerous Ork vehicles, clearly indicating an intense battle had taken place here, yet on the ground there were only countless Ork corpses, not a single one belonging to an Astartes.