"Da, da, da!"
Searing muzzle flashes erupted from the barrels, as the rushing blast of air cleared away the dust and blood mist in front of the Gargant. Heavy recoil jolted the mechanical monster—a nearly two-hundred-ton beast bristling with weaponry. The force traveled through its chassis into the ground, sending ripples through the pools of Tyranid ichor beneath its giant metal feet.
Kenmyo Isayama's finger never left the trigger. The ammunition for the earlier Death-Blasta Mega-Cannon had long since run dry. But it didn't matter; his self-made weapon crates were designed for rapid hot-swapping. As a "Mek-Boss," he had designed the battle rig so that he could switch entire weapon modules as easily as changing a backpack, without the need for pre-installation.
Though Kenmyo was operating only a single Gargant, his firepower rivaled that of a small warship. His newly equipped weapon module was a "Supa-Gatler," a terrifying Ork weapon. The shells, nearly the size of howitzer rounds, punched through Tyranid carapaces instantly, shredding their torsos.
The Supa-Gatler was inherently unreliable and uncontrollable; once it started firing, it wouldn't stop until every last round was spent, making its destructive power unpredictable. But for Kenmyo, this was a minor issue. The Tyranids before him were practically infinite; even if he aimed poorly, there was always a wave of bugs rushing forward to catch the bullets.
[War Contribution +100]
[War Contribution +200]
Information flooded the screen. Kenmyo had no idea how much contribution he had racked up; he only knew that he wouldn't let go of the trigger until every enemy in sight was dead.
The Orks' innate lust for slaughter and battle had turned Kenmyo's eyes red with bloodlust. The Gargant he piloted was killing at least forty to fifty Tyranids per minute—the ultimate killing machine—and that was without even firing his Supa-Rokkets.
However, if Kenmyo were forced to take a chainsword and engage in melee with his current body's combat skills, he wouldn't last ten seconds before being swarmed and torn to pieces by the chitinous tide. This simulation's individual combat prowess was nowhere near that of the [Flesh Hound] from his first D-rank simulation; he was relying entirely on the perks of being a Big Mek. To grow truly powerful, he still needed to hone his own skills.
Kenmyo's spectacular performance greatly boosted the Greenskins' fighting spirit. Coupled with the fact that these Orks had been stifled by the long Warp voyage, their repressed desire for battle was exploding. Once given the chance to open fire, they spared no effort.
Tens of thousands of tellyported Orks formed a green ocean, roaring maniacally as they crashed into the Tyranid main force. These troops weren't just common Orks; Gargants and Stompas bristling with cannons, along with a massive number of Killa Kans, were violently tellyported into the heart of the swarm.
Burna Boyz sprayed curtains of searing flame, and the air was filled with the deafening boom of countless guns. Behind the crimson muzzle flashes, rows upon rows of Tyranids collapsed. The Orks shot and hacked with abandon, sending broken insect limbs flying everywhere.
In the sky, a rain of Grot Missiles launched from the fleet hammered the ground forces, delivering payloads of high-explosives along with terrified Grots—who were scared witless by the high speeds—directly into the enemy's faces. Kenmyo had instructed the Mekboyz not to tell the Grots the truth; he told them they were "flying planes" with "auto-targetin' gubbinz." The Grots had signed up eagerly, and by the time the missiles launched, it was too late for regrets.
Watching the Ghazghkull Legion demolish the Tyranids, Warboss Big Toof's jaw had been hanging open like a dead pig's since the start.
"How's dey so killy? Why's we look like buncha gits?"
Especially when he saw Ghazghkull Thraka—whose height seemed to be pushing seven meters (Orks grow larger through combat)—Big Toof felt a wave of awe. Ghazghkull was massive, far larger than the rumors suggested. This armored behemoth's presence was more impactful than any Tyranid bio-beast. To the Orks, it was as if Gork and Mork themselves had descended to rain fury upon the Tyranids, a whirlwind of slaughter sweeping through the swarm.
"WAAAAAGH!!!"
Ghazghkull's roar drowned out the shrieks of the bugs. In the crowded green tide, his massive frame was unmistakable. A green "Waaagh!" halo enveloped him, protecting his body and making his every movement feel like a natural disaster. His twin-linked Big Shootas spat serpents of fire, blowing apart Tyranid corpses until the ichor flew meters high. Every swing of his power claw split swaths of Tyranids into pieces. He killed so many that the chitinous shards piled up on his armor, falling off in heaps with every step.
Enthralled, Big Toof led his own lads out from the iron fortifications and joined the fray.
The intensity of the ground war was actually eclipsed by the battle in space. Bio-plasma beams and salvaged Ork cannons intertwined above the planet; on average, a ship was destroyed every ten minutes.
The [Hive Mind] governing the Leviathan fleet sensed something was wrong. Why had the crumbling Ork defense suddenly become so stubborn and revitalized? While the Tyranids still held the numerical advantage, the swarm was starting to falter, even feeling the stirrings of fear.
The Hive Mind immediately awakened a monster sleeping in the heart of the Leviathan mothership. It intended to have this arrogant Greenskin torn to shreds in front of his followers.
A small slit opened in the dense chitinous hull of the Hive Ship, and a purple, ominous biological pod was ejected, hurtling toward the battlefield at extreme speed.
The Orks soon saw an eerie, malevolent purple light streaking across the sky.
The moment it appeared, Kenmyo sensed it. The Waaagh! field around him went into high alert, the green energy nearly boiling. If the field could change colors, it would be glowing bright red. Kenmyo immediately adjusted his position, pulling back from the front line where the Tyranid concentration was highest.
Reaching a safer zone, Kenmyo unleashed two fully loaded super-heavy cannons, aiming at the streak in the sky.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
Two long dragons of flame, composed of large explosive shells, snaked up from the Gargant's hands, attempting to intercept the purple streak.
However, Kenmyo failed to notice something shifting beneath the earth. Because of the cannons' intense recoil, the entire machine was shaking, masking the subterranean vibrations.
"What's dat?"
By the time Kenmyo noticed the anomaly, the Gargant began to sink uncontrollably as the ground suddenly collapsed.
"Eh?"
Just as Kenmyo reached for the rocket thruster switch, a Mawloc—several times larger than a typical Tyranid Bio-Titan—burst from the hole beneath him. Its presence had been perfectly masked; even the Waaagh! field hadn't reacted.
The colossal beast opened its maw and swallowed the Gargant—and Kenmyo—whole. From within the beast's throat came the harrowing, screeching sound of metal being crushed and torn, forcing the Orks within a hundred miles to cover their ears.
With the threat of Kenmyo's cannons gone, the purple object encountered no further obstacles. Twenty meters above Ghazghkull, the bio-pod burst open.
A massive, blood-colored Tyranid monster, its size rivaling Ghazghkull's, unfolded with extreme agility in mid-air. It lunged downward, several razor-sharp blades slashing toward the Prophet.
Ghazghkull, undeterred, raised his power claw to tear this bug to pieces. But to his shock, the sound of breaking metal filled his ears. His power claw shattered, and the searing pain from his body made his eyes widen in disbelief.