The Ork Boss, Mad Wheel Evil Sun, always believed himself to be a Gork and Mork's Chosen.
Ever since it crawled out of the Orks' spore field and became a newly born, happy Ork, Mad Wheel had been extremely obsessed with the thrill of lightning speed.
In a high-speed charge, it could fully understand what true Waaagh was.
And what Mad Wheel despised most were those Orks who only imitated shrimp; they called themselves Orks?
Those guys wore tidied-up tattered military uniforms, had stolen human weapons tucked into their waists, and spoke of ridiculous discipline in every word and action. Not at all Ork-like, not at all Waaagh!
It hated its bad luck, having descended and been born into this Blood Axe Clan. Therefore, Mad Wheel naturally changed its surname to Evil Sun and promoted what true Ork style was to all the Boyz.
Of course, under the Warboss' indifference, Mad Wheel also successfully developed a high-speed motorcycle squad.
But the previous combat experience was not good at all.
On the great plain, for the first time in its Ork life, charging at full speed in such suitable terrain, it excitedly forgot everything, foolishly plunging into the killing fields set up by those cunning shrimp, sending most of its original troops to their demise.
From then on, Mad Wheel swore to take revenge on these shrimp.
Just like now.
"Waaagh!!"
Mad Wheel roared loudly, the motorcycle beneath it emitting an ear-splitting noise, and the gravel kicked up by the tires scraped erratic arcs behind it.
The oncoming gale filled its fanged maw, and the impact of the airflow made its eyeballs ache.
But the surging fury and exhilaration in its chest made Mad Wheel ignore all of that.
Charge forward!
Kill them all!
Smash all those damned shrimp into scrap metal!
Once these shrimp were crushed, it would definitely seize these vehicles, modify them, strengthen its own power, and then trample that arrogant Harkya underfoot!
It would make him know who the true Warboss was!
Soon, a piercing shriek, tearing through the air, suddenly came from above, shattering the brief sweet dream.
Mad Wheel's pupils contracted sharply, and it abruptly looked up.
What?
An overwhelming rain of bullets was pouring down ahead, those gleaming metal bolter rounds tracing dense trajectories, like a huge iron net, covering the entire motorcycle torrent.
Tanks and armor, whose names Mad Wheel couldn't even utter, had somehow already turned their muzzles in advance, aiming at the suddenly attacking speed freaks.
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!
Mad Wheel could clearly see the first row of speed freaks charging at the forefront instantly pulverized, motorcycle wreckage mixed with flesh flying into the sky, then crashing heavily back to the ground.
With its astonishing reflexes, it sharply swerved, narrowly avoiding a still-burning wreck, but the Boyz around it were falling in droves, with only a few remaining.
"Don't panic, charge through!"
Mad Wheel roared loudly, trying to drown out the overwhelming rain of fire with its voice.
"We're the Evil Sun Clan, charging through means victory!"
These words could deceive most of the blind Boyz, but they couldn't deceive itself at all.
Mad Wheel understood at that moment that the purpose of this wave of speed charging was to use a surprise attack to catch the shrimp off guard.
But with the shrimp' armored forces having evidently anticipated it, the motorcycle Boyz, without heavy protection, were merely moving targets.
Yet, it was unwilling.
Thinking of Harkya's disdainful gaze, recalling the Blood Axe Boyz stifling their laughter when it returned dejected.
The Ork Boss' eyes were crimson, and it slammed its fist heavily onto a large red button on the motorcycle. The thruster spewed a thick tongue of flame, and the engine let out a final roar, actually forcing its way through a gap in the bullet rain and charging towards a tank.
At least, these shrimp had to taste the power of the Evil Sun Clan!
Mad Wheel raised its rocket hammer high, about to smash it into the side armor of that tank, completing a perfect hunt.
Boom!
A violent explosion sounded.
But it wasn't the explosion of Mad Wheel successfully smashing the rocket hammer into the tank; it was the explosion of the rocket hammer being detonated prematurely. The violent air current even pushed Mad Wheel, the Ork Boss, into a stumble, making it roll off the motorcycle.
Damn it, what happened?
Mad Wheel's eyes widened.
A tall Astartes in heavy armor appeared before its eyes, turning around coldly, looking at this slightly robust prey, the Assault Cannon in its hand glowing red.
Mad Wheel then realized something.
Briefly looking around, it saw many Astartes coordinating with the rolling steel torrent.
They maintained perfect coordination with the armored vehicles with astonishing reaction speed and combat experience.
When encountering a surprise attack, these Astartes also cleaned up the stragglers with incredibly precise shooting skills; many Orks who thought they had broken through the net of fire died under their muzzles without even uttering a scream.
And Mad Wheel suddenly discovered that it was the only Ork that had successfully broken through the firepower blockade.
"Impossible!"
The Ork Boss roared hysterically, throwing away the scrapped rocket hammer, extending its thick power klaw, wanting to charge and engage in melee with this prawn-can.
However, even so, it failed, mercilessly knocked to the ground by the metal storm shot from the Assault Cannon.
The Terminator calmly withdrew its gaze, shifting to the next xenos target that would face punishment.
"Damn it, it's not over yet!"
Mad Wheel struggled to get up from the ground; the previous shots had hit its heavy armor, merely knocking it down temporarily, causing no major harm.
What angered it was that the Terminator didn't look at it again, but continued to pour fire elsewhere.
Soon, Mad Wheel knew why.
The ground trembled slightly, and a colossal shadow fell upon Mad Wheel's face. The Ork Boss' eyes widened in disbelief.
A dreadnought, like a metal giant, appeared before it, taking heavy steps.
Before Mad Wheel could react, the dreadnought's thick mechanical arm suddenly extended, grabbing it like an iron clamp, lifting it up forcefully.
Then, the dreadnought suddenly exerted force, slamming it hard against the armor plate of a nearby Rogal Dorn tank.
Boom!
...Crack.
With a crisp sound, several of Mad Wheel's ribs broke. It struggled frantically like a fish about to be slaughtered, but to no avail.
"No, I am Gork and Mork's Chosen, I won't die here!"
Ignoring what this xenos was screaming, the dreadnought calmly retracted its mechanical arm, then smashed down with another punch.
Mad Wheel's skull instantly cracked, and its consciousness blurred.
The second punch landed, and its eyeballs burst from their sockets.
The third punch landed, and teeth mixed with shattered bone splattered on the tank's armor plate, making a crisp sound.
The fourth punch landed, and Mad Wheel had completely lost consciousness, and all those dreams of fame, being a boss, Waaagh, the Chosen, and so on, ultimately turned into a blurry mess of flesh and blood on the armor.
Ignoring the death of an Ork, the rolling steel torrent continued to advance towards their objective.
Just as it was ten thousand years ago.