This was truly astonishing.
Burke looked at the Astartes fighting valiantly, his reverence growing even deeper, and his excitement was uncontrollable.
However, the voice of a squadmate soon interrupted his thoughts.
The sharpshooter in Burke's squad, a one-eyed man, leaned over and nudged him with his elbow.
When a puzzled Burke looked over, he pointed decisively in one direction, signaling him to look there.
As Burke turned his head and his gaze shifted, he couldn't help but gasp.
Amidst the green tide, a Living Saint with pure white wings on her back and a soft golden glow emanating from her body soared through the sky. Below her, splashes of blood continuously erupted from the enemy ranks, and countless Orks' heads spun into the air with her ascents and descents.
On the other side, a young woman with immense psychic power, appearing ten times stronger than any Psyker Burke knew, was wantonly unleashing crackling psychic lightning upon the surrounding Ork hordes. With each flash of brilliant light, both Greenskin Boys and Ork Bosses were incinerated into charcoal.
What chilled Burke even more was the rose knot emblem of the Inquisition emblazoned on the female Psyker's clothing.
Burke fell silent.
However, this already outrageous scene was far from over.
A commotion came from another battlefield. A figure in opulent golden armor, whose splendor was evident at a glance, was darting back and forth at a speed that even Burke, a battle-hardened Astra Militarum veteran, couldn't discern. Wherever he passed, chaos ensued, and mutilated corpses fell to the ground.
Having traveled to Holy Terra to receive commendations from the Administratum, he could barely recognize the style of the armor, which was identical to that of the Custodes on duty at the Imperial Palace gates.
"Haha."
Somehow, Burke suddenly laughed with relief.
Seeing his captain's strange reaction, the previously excited one-eyed man was stunned and couldn't help but ask,
"Burke, what's wrong?"
Burke still didn't respond. He simply reached into his In my arms and pulled out the soldier's dog tag hanging around his neck.
Without a word, he directly opened his mouth and bit down on the dog tag.
The one-eyed man: "Huh?"
...The battle ended.
No matter how demanding the Commander, it had to be admitted that this was undoubtedly a glorious victory.
The Orks had been utterly terrified and fled in all directions, unable to organize a counterattack for some time.
The Imperial side, however, suffered minimal losses. At the beginning of the battle, the Armageddon Steel Legion soldiers had hidden in extremely safe anti-artillery fortifications, most of them surviving the artillery bombardment. Once reinforcements arrived, the Orks quickly collapsed.
Seeing the Orks completely scattered, no longer in their dense formations, the efficiency of killing greatly decreased. Adam also left the battlefield for this reason, leaving only the Astartes to continue the hunt.
After sending a communication to the other squad members to meet up, the four walked together towards the Astra Militarum positions.
Previously, leaving the Ork Boss' head wasn't just for deterrence, as Adam had intended.
He used his old trick again, extracting useful information from the head, roughly understanding the origin of this Ork force.
This planet was named Valos World by the Imperium, and this Ork force originated from the underhive of a Hive City on that planet.
No one knew which 'brilliant mind' brought Ork spores into this natural breeding ground, but after this Ork tribe developed, they quickly seized control of the Hive City and continuously spread outwards, attempting to capture other Hive Cities.
And this Armageddon Steel Legion had been fighting the Orks these past few days, winning every open-field battle and successfully repelling all Ork attacks.
However, limited by the Astra Militarum Codex Astartes, as a pure armored regiment, they simply didn't have enough siege firepower and heavy artillery, so the situation was at a standstill.
The Orks couldn't get out, and the Astra Militarum couldn't get in.
"This is a bit troublesome..."
Walking along, Adam slowly pondered.
If it were a Warboss from another clan, things would be much simpler for him.
He would just need to go near the Hive City and use a loudspeaker to hurl insults, such as 'the Warboss opposite is a cowardly purple Gretchin who doesn't even have the courage to come out for a duel.'
Based on Adam's understanding of Orks, the Warboss would likely not tolerate such insults and would actively lead his troops out, attempting to personally kill the enemy who spoke such words.
Once the enemy came out, things would be easy.
With Adam's current strength, unless that Warboss was an ancient Ork Warlord from the Beast Arises era, capable of fighting a Primarch to a draw, then they might as well just wait for death.
However, the current situation involved the Blood Axe Clan, an anomaly among Orks, so this trick probably wouldn't work.
Instead of coming out for a duel, the opposing Warboss would probably prefer to fire two salvos of artillery shells in the direction of the sound, blowing the talking shrimp to dust—a very un-Orky way of solving the problem.
After some thought and discussion with the others, Adam ruled out two more plans.
Orbital bombardment via a strike cruiser was largely unfeasible. The Hive City was equipped with fortress void shields from Vigil and plasma orbital defense platforms.
These defenses were useless because the Orks erupted within the city, and were instead captured and utilized by the enemy.
As for entering the Hive City via airdrop and directly fighting through all the Orks inside, this plan was unanimously rejected by everyone.
After all, the danger of this plan was obvious, and Adam's own weaknesses were so apparent, and anything could happen on a fierce battlefield.
Adam didn't want to accidentally get hit by a piece of shrapnel through his abdomen and die a messy death due to an unexpected accident.
That would be too black humor.
Finally, everyone reached a conclusion.
"We still need to communicate with this Astra Militarum force and cooperate to better eliminate the xenos."
"Sir, our regiment's Commander is just ahead."
The Astra Militarum soldier who was actively guiding Adam and his group spoke with some apprehension.
"Thank you."
Adam nodded politely in thanks, only to be met with the soldier's astonished gaze.
Alright.
Adam shook his head and turned his attention to a... super-heavy tank in front of him.
It was an Astra Militarum viper tank, its exterior wrapped in a layer of dull, cold black steel. The spikes on its turret were like dark obelisks, and its black hole main cannon muzzle and numerous secondary cannons were arranged in staggered rows, like a hideous killing machine crawled from hell.
This thing, why does it look familiar?
Adam felt a bit strange, narrowing his eyes for a closer look.
However, before he could recall, a man jumped out of the tank's rear hatch and landed on the ground.
He wore an Imperial Political Commissar's greatcoat, a black and red military cap on his head, with gilded patterns entwined around a skull emblem on the brim, making his chiseled, stern face appear extremely serious. His tightly pursed lips resembled a frost-hardened blade.
The Political Commissar straightened up and cast his gaze towards Adam.
"I am Colonel Sebastian Yarrick, Political Commissar of the 252nd Regiment, Armageddon Steel Legion."
"May I ask, who are you?"