The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Muller had always admired the idea of a group of people happily operating a tank together since he was a child. When he was six, his grandfather even took him into a tank, but after growing up, attending military school, and experiencing old tanks like the Leman Russ, he realized that having more people wasn't always better for combat, and the seemingly "reliable" manual loading wasn't always reliable.

"Target locked!"

"Fire!"

The long barrel turned towards the speeding truck, paused for two seconds, and then roared.

In an instant, the front of the massive truck was torn apart, followed by a huge fireball. The Greenskins standing in the truck bed were thrown dozens of meters into the air, or flew off to who knows where.

"Enemy infantry cluster! High-explosive rounds!"

"High-explosive rounds loaded!"

"Fire!"

As the tank body shook slightly, a burst of flame rose in the distance. The enormous explosive force instantly obliterated a dozen Greenskins and tore apart dozens more nearby.

The Greenskins' tendency to cluster together became a fatal flaw.

At the same time, the petrified lizards and двуногие Wyverns began suppressive firing. The death barrage they wove swept across the ground, becoming a wall of destruction. Countless vehicles and Greenskins were annihilated in explosions, soaring into the sky, while the tanks' treads continued to crush forward.

Shelling, strafing, eliminating every green thing in sight.

Faced with such a fierce iron fist, the Greenskins were directly beaten into a daze. The light weapons in their hands couldn't threaten the enemy at all, and the heavy weapons were taken out before they could even be used.

Of course, some Greenskins creatively lay on the ground pretending to be dead, preparing to wait for the tank to come before using the big stick in their hands—the demolition charge—to give it a good whack.

Muller's tank rolled forward over charred corpses. The ground, covered in spent shells, was littered with corpses. Meriwether even joked:

"Crushing Greenskins feels a bit different from crushing Tyranids. They seem...softer."

Suddenly, a half-charred figure jumped up from the pile of corpses, clutching a crude stick with a semicircular head.

WAAAAAGH!!!!!!

The Greenskin roared, holding the stick and charging towards the left side of the Iron Nail, as if to stick the demolition charge directly onto the tank. At this moment, the tank couldn't react at all.

Whoosh—

A wave of scorching fire engulfed the Greenskin running in the sunset, and at the same time as the opponent screamed, it also detonated the demolition charge, and the subsequent explosion shattered it.

A line of Hellhound armored vehicles steadily advanced, cooperating with the tanks to clear the battlefield. The waves of fire they spewed, each hundreds of meters long, engulfed all Greenskins, whether alive or dead. This terrifying infantry killer also cut off the last possibility of resistance from the Greenskins.

Realizing that things were not good, the Greenskins immediately wanted to escape to other places, but their flanks had already been occupied by Chimeras and Tauros, as well as infantry unloaded from the vehicle bays. Accompanied by the roar of Lasguns and heavy bolters, the Greenskins, scurrying around like headless flies, were strewn across the field. Their formidable bodies seemed not so powerful in the face of steel.

With no choice, the Greenskins could only accelerate and run towards the only direction without enemies, but at this time, the Auxiliaries were not in a hurry to pursue, but tried their best to clean up the battlefield and ensure that no one escaped.

On many fronts, such things were happening. The Greenskins had no high-altitude reconnaissance and did not know what kind of dead end they were falling into. It could only be said that they were being driven by firepower, but one direction still faced the greatest pressure, which was the side responsible for blocking the Greenskin main force's retreat, which was also the location of the Greenskin boss.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

Dakogwa 'Eye-Gouger' stood on his war-fortress-like boss truck, wielding a huge battleaxe and letting out a deafening roar. Over three meters tall and wearing heavy armor, he had large-caliber machine guns installed on his shoulders and arms, making him a true humanoid weapon. A Grot stood behind him, holding a war banner with a thin iron rod.

Around the truck was a sea of Greenskins surging like a river. In the sky, the few Greenskin fighters were using their last bullets to entangle with human aircraft, ensuring that bombs, or rather, not so many bombs, fell on the charging troops below.

This was the last chance, Dakogwa knew this very well.

Initially, when he came to this metal-filled planet, he thought he had hit the jackpot. So much machinery, so much metal, he could become the most powerful warboss, and could launch a terrifying WAAAGH! and beat up all the runts, as long as he took care of those red-robed people. Of course, they were not difficult to deal with.

But as the old saying goes, Grots always make things go in the worst direction. Gork and Mork gave him a hard slap when he was most proud.

He did hit the jackpot, but it was with an eight-engine transport ship full of big-boy metal cans.

But he hadn't lost yet. As a bad and ruthless boss, he didn't dare say anything else, but his instinct for escape was still very sharp, and he also knew that the environment of this planet was very complicated. As long as he found a hiding place, what could those big-boy metal cans do to him?

The only problem was that he had to get away as soon as possible and get rid of the pursuit in this open area.

So he had to break out, and only by breaking out could he survive. To this end, he took out all his savings.

Behind the surging infantry wave, stood five Stompas, each over six meters tall. They stepped with slightly shaky steps, and roars came from the oversized metal loudspeakers, inspiring the surrounding boyz to charge towards the enemy. At the same time, their deadly rotary cannons and super-sized rocket launchers were also continuously pouring out destructive firepower.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!

Suddenly, a cloud-splitting roar shook the battlefield, and even the Stompas trembled. The ground shook as if it was a small earthquake, the Grots screamed and hugged each other, and the Snotlings bounced off the ground like balloons, sticking out their tongues as they landed.

In the continuous explosion of fire, a giant war machine strode out. It seemed to be the embodiment of some alien god. The huge cylindrical body was topped with a huge square head, and countless guns and cannons were all over it. Rising steam and black smoke emerged from the huge dust behind it, forming a cloud, and the artillery fire from afar was offset by an invisible ripple formed outside it.

This Great Gargant originally fell with the derelict ship. In fact, it had not been completed before, but the Mekboyz took materials on the spot and cobbled it together in the shortest time—Greenskins often explode with extreme power when faced with extreme pressure.

Its left arm was a huge and exaggerated chainsword, and its right arm was a deadly kannon directly removed from the derelict ship, as well as hundreds of red-headed rockets. In front of the cylindrical body composed of countless large pit metal pieces, there was a huge belly cannon. When it stopped, the giant cannon would roar, spewing out many shells and fragments.