The heavy alloy gate was completely opened, its scale wide enough for a Titan to stride through proudly.
As the armored vehicles of the Armageddon Steel Legion approached the gate, they were immediately met with a very enthusiastic welcome from the Orks.
Under the rapid assault of the Astra Militarum, the Orks of the Blood Axe Clan decisively abandoned all discipline, tearing away their facade of civilization.
To buy time for the massing of Ork armor behind them, led by a newly appeared Ork Boss, the Greenskin Boyz laughed wildly. They wore no armor, and the weapons they held were the simplest and crudest Choppas and Shootas.
The entrance to the massive metal gate was choked with them; the term "a mountain of people and a sea of heads" became a concrete description.
This was a tide forged of flesh and blood.
But this tide, which seemed capable of swallowing everything, was confronted by another rolling torrent, forged of steel, and in no way inferior in scale!
Yarrick, seeing this scene through the periscope aboard his vehicle, the viper tank *arrogance bastion*, spoke calmly and raised the specialized anti-interference communication radio provided by Adam, courtesy of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
"Open fire!"
Upon receiving the command, the steel behemoths leading the charge immediately roared with excitement.
The two Vulcan Mega-bolters mounted on the front of the stormlord immediately began to spin, spitting long tongues of fire, as a curtain of heavy bolter rounds slammed directly into the Ork horde.
The Armor-Piercing Heavy bolter Rounds, powerful enough to shred light vehicles like paper, easily penetrated the Orks' tough muscles, blowing exaggerated holes through their bodies.
Furthermore, after piercing one Greenskin, the terrifying kinetic energy carried the bolt round onward, tearing through the next, the one after that, and the one after that... stopping only when the momentum was completely spent.
Blood and masses of shredded flesh splattered everywhere, and the ferocious hail of bullets tore every Greenskin Boy in front of them into pieces.
Immediately after, other anti-infantry armored vehicles refused to be outdone, wantonly unleashing the wrath of the god of machines upon the Orks who dared to resist.
The Hellhound Armored Vehicle's Promethium Flamer spewed scorching fire, turning a large swathe of Orks into charcoal. Leman Russ Executioners fired dazzling Plasma, precisely targeting elite individuals mixed within the Ork masses who could pose a threat to the armored tanks.
The crew of the Hydra Anti-aircraft Tank also leveled their four twin-linked Autocannons. The machine spirit, specially tuned by Adam, screamed excitedly, and high-explosive shells burst within the Ork crowd, sending up sprays of blood.
The viper tank, positioned by Yarrick right in the center—a jack-of-all-trades among Super-heavy Tanks—also opened fire. It carried eleven different types of guns and cannons, tearing apart all the enemies before it.
The armor rolled forward, its Adamantium treads crushing the lifeless Ork corpses beneath them, rolling over them without emotion.
Rumble, rumble, rumble... Confirming that all obstacles had been cleared.
Yarrick once again raised his command radio, reporting the situation to all tanks:
"Enemy cleared. Repeat, enemy cleared! Our path is clear, our path is clear!"
"Armageddon Steel Legion 252nd Regiment, advance!"
According to the original plan, the large number of sentinel walker, which had been carefully protected behind the Super-heavy Tanks during the charge, strode forward on their mechanical legs and began reconnaissance.
Several Tankbusta Boyz, hidden in the shadows and blind spots of the tanks, attempting an ambush, were quickly ferreted out and annihilated using Autocannons and Plasma.
"Situation secure, prepare to advance."
Following the report from the Reconnaissance Sentinels, the steel treads rolled forward.
Upon entering the Hive City, this steel torrent immediately began a rapid advance along the main thoroughfare.
As for their objective, it was quite simple.
To satisfy Adam's request to 'decapitate' the Ork Warboss, Yarrick began to consider how to force the enemy to show himself on the battlefield.
Of course, relying on his lifetime of military experience, Yarrick quickly devised a solution.
That was: ignore them!
Just ignore everything, drive straight in, and crush all resistance encountered.
Wait until the Armageddon Steel Legion drives all the way to this Hive City's Void Shield Generator—then we'll see if you panic!
And the Ork Warboss, Harkya Bloodaxe, was clearly panicking.
"Blast it! A bunch of weaklings! Are those gitz just eating rations? How can they not even hold this?"
In the command room, Harkya clenched his fist heavily and slammed it onto the wood in the room.
The Herald beside him shivered in fear at his leader's action, but this movement immediately caught Harkya's attention.
"You Boyz listen up, keep quiet, and heed my Micro-management!"
"Get all those armies mobilized! Never mind those ugly gitz tearing at the artillery positions, get all the Boyz over here, reinforce the Old Tower Street area, and set up fortified positions!"
"Then, mobilize the Speed Freak Company to the Old Tower Street area as well! Aren't they always shouting about hunting the big 'uns? Let them act according to the situation!"
"Order the Steel Armor Company to assemble immediately, awaiting my counter-attack command!"
...He rattled off a string of unit designations like a machine gun, finally stopping once his mouth was dry.
Believing he had made the perfect deployment, Harkya immediately waved his hand, telling the Greenskin Herald to scram and relay the orders.
Then, he turned to look at the Ork Big Mek standing on the other side, his eyes bloodshot:
"Well? Is that Secret Weapon you talked about ready yet?"
"It's ready, Boss!"
Thinking about how he had been humiliated for underestimating the shrimp' armored strength, and fearing that the Boss' dissatisfaction might cost him his life, the Big Mek nodded immediately, as docile as a quail.
However, out of caution, he still reminded him carefully.
"It's just... because we couldn't find suitable materials, the stability of that Secret Weapon might not be very good."
"No need!"
Harkya interrupted him through gritted teeth, "Because Gork and Mork are watching me, all the Greenskin Boyz will be watching me! Our victory is certain!"
"I command you, go now and paint the brightest, reddest, most dazzling patterns on that thing! I will crush these shrimp under the gaze of all the Greenskin Boyz!"