Chapter 483: Orc Orks vs Tyranid Swarm, Divine Brush Paints Heroes

In the entire universe, all the space undead fleets were annihilated by Luode, who unleashed the power of a galaxy starburst from his god-tier microcosm—truly overwhelming, completely shattering this fleet.

This technique, when performed by the Gemini Gold Saint of the Seventh Sense in the setting, possesses the power to shatter stars, and indeed it does.

If unleashed without consequence on a planet without divine protection, it can indeed destroy a planet; even with the protection of the Golden Cloth, the Saint would certainly die, for Saints cannot survive in the vacuum of space.

Moreover, Luode's galaxy starburst, activated by his own divine microcosm, far surpasses the original version in power.

If it were his true self, fully unleashing this technique could even destroy a single universe, even without having absorbed absolute divine power.

After utterly annihilating this space undead fleet, Luode lifted the microcosmic spatial blockade here.

This silent cosmic void seemed as if nothing had happened; all the fleet wreckage was decomposed by Luode into atomic states.

Luode had no interest in the technology controlled by the space undead; if he had just crossed over, he might have been interested in their formidable technology, but after contacting the Sartan, he no longer thought so.

The technology of the space undead, a mortal race, is obviously incomparable to that of a group of creator god-level beings.

However, the Sartan's mastery of cosmic jump technology is the most advanced, allowing travel anywhere in the universe.

After annihilating the space undead fleet, Luode used his spatial abilities to return to his war fortress.

"Great Orc Demon King, you, where did you just go?" an Orc warlord asked, slightly puzzled. (In Orc eyes, the Demon King is roughly equivalent to the Emperor.) He had originally come to report something, but upon arriving at the Great Luode Demon King's presence, he found the Demon King absent from his palace, though he hadn't yet reacted.

The Demon King suddenly reappeared, now wearing a layer of golden crimson armor and wielding a divine sword that seemed to burn with fierce flames.

What's with this armor? What did the Demon King just go do? "I just went to clean up some space garbage, slightly delayed, do you have anything?"

Luode removed his divine armor, sending it back to his true self, then turned to the kneeling Orc warlord and spoke.

Eliminating the space undead was a secret operation; Luode hadn't informed any Orcs—let this fleet vanish without gods or ghosts knowing!

"Oh! Great Demon King, I've noticed the human lackeys sent to contact us have been acting very strangely lately.

They keep praying in the rooms, saying what? Emperor, loyalty! For the Empire and such, behaving very oddly." The Orc warlord spoke.

These humans are under his charge to contact; Luode's intention was for him to watch over them, not allow them to leave their rooms, to prevent leaks of ship matters.

But recently he found these humans partly fanatical, yet also deeply despondent, even fearful.

"These matters I've already discussed with the war bosses and settled; you needn't worry, just do your duty, strictly monitor these humans." Luode said.

These humans began praying possibly because they already knew the Sanguinary Angels' Battle Company Commander Dante and the space undead were about to begin destroying a super gas giant.

However, Luode did not inform other Orc chieftains or big bosses; only the Orc war bosses knew the truth.

Not telling the other Orc youths was to fear they'd let slip, letting human soldiers know this situation.

Seeing his superior speak, the Orc warlord said nothing, shrugged, and turned to leave.

Who told them he's the Demon King? As an Orc, one must obey the Demon King's command.

At this moment! Several defense planets in the Underworld Star System are erupting in fierce battle; human star boundary troops and space warriors are defending on the ground.

In space, the Imperial Navy is locked in mortal combat with the Tyranid swarm, intense artillery fire continuously ringing out.

From time to time, Tyranid bio-ships are blown apart, while human battleships suffer heavy losses, constantly falling from planetary orbits—or turning into beautiful fireworks in space.

Countless Imperial battle cruisers and warships are exchanging fire with Tyranid space carriers.

"Commander, the Tyranid numbers are truly too many; the Imperial Navy gains hardly any advantage, even if we dispatch some defense ships from the Barnew system, it's the same." A Sanguinary Angels company captain approached Commander Dante and spoke.

Although they've already gathered a terrifyingly large force here, even the high lords of distant Terra strongly support this defense.

They've dispatched elite Imperial Navy units, even diverting part of the force originally meant to reinforce Cadia Fortress.

Yet even so, in numbers, humanity's forces remain at an absolute disadvantage, and surface battles are equally grim.

Countless space marines wielding chainsaw guns and bolters frenziedly attack the Tyranid swarm,

while other infantry fire their standard laser guns continuously, but can only handle some small Tyranids.

Some massive Tyranid warrior bugs, Tyranid tyrants, even Tyranid Titan units like the Holy Worm, upon deployment, bring unimaginable pressure to human forces; space marines here deploy Dreadnoughts.

The Dreadnought is a very special weapon, a towering war mech nearly four meters tall.

However, the pilot of this towering war mech is not some AI program or individual; AI programs, due to the Imperial ban and prior Iron Men rebellion, have long been prohibited—instead, it's some extremely special space marines.

Inside lies a sarcophagus, within which is a gravely wounded, dying space marine.

These valiant space marines are placed into these sarcophagi, then serve as the chapter's holy relic weapons, normally slumbering within the chapter, deploying at critical moments to fight for the Empire and for their chapter.

Yet even these veteran Dreadnoughts, along with some knight mechs from supporting knightly families, cannot withstand the Tyranid horde, like a mountain flood or tsunami.

"Seek aid from our allies—what are the Orcs doing now? Have them dispatch their space fleet, have them send, that war planet to attack." Dante spoke.

At this juncture, only the Orc army can hope to reverse the situation; after all, if it's a numbers game, the only force that can match the Tyranid horde hand-to-hand is these green-skinned brats.

That super war planet seen before can surely inflict massive damage on the Tyranid mother ship; the mother ship is roughly the size of an Imperial Ark flagship, appearing as a mere speck before the war planet.

"Chapter Master, we've already contacted the Orc Orks; they've indeed dispatched large forces to support, but facing the Tyranids, they're still stretched thin.

As for the Orc war planet, they say if it approaches, it will cause planetary gravitational collapse, so the war planet can only intercept the Tyranid fleet from afar." The reporting company captain spoke.

At this moment, they can even see a green Orc ocean locked in combat with the purple Tyranid horde.

These Orcs let out excited WAAAGH battle cries!

Wielding various modified rifles and melee weapons, they then charge toward the Tyranids, engaging in enjoyable play. Before the Tyranids arrive, the Orc greenskins' favorite WAAAGH opponents are definitely humans.

Because human numbers are also large, every time they play with humans, they're thoroughly exhilarated.

Extremely WAAAGH!! Countless Orc war chieftains and war bosses take pride in being able to joyfully WAAAGH with humanity.

To Orcs, this is a joyful gathering, a rare feast, but to humans, it's not so friendly—the green-skinned race is a truly terrifying xenos,

fully demonstrated in their war against the Tyranids: these Orcs fear no death, launch frenzied charges, and their bodies burn with blood-red aura, as if flames wrap around them.

Every Orc lad's displayed combat power leaves the steady-hearted astonished; each matches or exceeds space marines, and due to that terrifying regenerative ability, even surpasses them.

That regenerative ability, like molten rock magma, seems inherent in every Orc lad; unless their skulls are torn apart, even if only half a body remains, after sunlight exposure, they can revive.

The Orc race is a semi-plant, semi-animal lifeform, capable of healing via photosynthesis, so with Luode's desperation potion added, their recovery is even stronger, and they can heal using sunlight.

In the sky, countless Orc junk ships and orbital bases entwine with the Tyranid fleet, though Orc gear performance can only be described as worrying.

Sometimes after firing a dozen rounds, only two or three hit the Tyranid mother ship—that's already like burning incense; the Tyranid mother ships on the battlefield are as numerous as sand.

"Chapter Master, why not seek aid from the space undead? If they're willing, they could also help us reverse the battlefield." A Sanguinary Angels battle chaplain spoke.

"No, the space undead absolutely cannot be exposed; the space undead are preparing a plan to annihilate these Zerg armies, and there must be no mistake." Battle Group Leader Dante shook his head and spoke.

The key to this war is that these space undead can detonate gas giants, and detonating gas giants, besides annihilating the Zerg,

is also to annihilate these orc armies; for this, he even had to sacrifice part of the Imperial Navy, as well as Star Realm warriors, and even some Space Marines.

"Tell all your battle brothers! The Emperor is watching us from the Golden Throne.

No matter what, whether we live or die tonight, we will return our souls to the Golden Throne!" Dante roared, wearing his power armor and holding a power sword.

Leading the remaining Space Marines in a large company of veterans, and even many Dreadnoughts from the Legion era, they charged into the battlefield together, raising the banner of the Holy Blood Angels high to inspire the surrounding warriors.

On the other side, the Adeptus Mechanicus was not idle either, deploying their most powerful weapon, the Titans—these Titans are colossal steel constructs, the smallest standing over fifteen meters tall, known as Warhound-class Titans, and there are also Warlord-class Titans over thirty meters tall.

These colossal Titan constructs are collectively called the Incarnate of Omnissiah; their core parts contain no artificial intelligence, but instead have generated something called a machine soul.

Similar to a machine's soul, these machine souls can link with operators, and then a massive Titan is operated by a team of many, after which they enter the battlefield and begin slaughtering on all sides.

"WAAAGH!!" The orcs' eyes turned blood-red as they excitedly charged into the swarm of Zerg.

After slaying countless Zerg, their bodies were torn apart by the Zerg, but soon streams of magma flowed over the orcs' bodies, reassembling them.

This terrifying regenerative ability, combined with the endless numbers of the orc legions, for a time, on this battlefield between orcs and Zerg, the green ocean gained the upper hand.

Luode sat on the war planet, watching the battle below, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth; this was the time to add something fun.

I had previously created several Homies, and it's time for them to come out—these Homies.

Now they have all been upgraded to demigod-level constructs; even the strongest among them have officially become gods, such as the sun god Heracles.

Luode this time took out the Divine Brush Ma Liang. (For those who haven't seen the earlier introduction: this is a Homie created by the protagonist during his pirate era, seizing Big Mom's Devil Fruit and extracting the ability of Red Count's pet cat Devil Fruit to make.) "Great master, it's been so long since you last summoned me—are you now a clone?" Ma Liang spoke.

"Indeed, it's been a long time since I last summoned you; the previous battles truly didn't need your help, but now I do—I need you to help me create some people." Luode spoke.

"No problem, great master." Ma Liang said, transforming into a golden paintbrush, while at the same time, a large number of World Tree leaves appeared in Luode's hand.

After the Divine Brush Ma Liang appeared, Luode picked up the brush, infused it with the power of the microcosm and his own divine power, and began to paint vividly.

This time, he painted Thrall from the World of Azeroth, Grommash Hellhowl, Gul'dan the orc warlock, King Saurfang, the great chieftain of Shadowmoon Village Ner'zhul, even Talon Bloodfang, Kargath Bladefist, Gilnean Death-Eye, King Rexar, and even the young Hellhowl Garrosh, among many other Azerothian orc heroes.

The orcs of the World of Azeroth and the orcs of the Warhammer world look basically the same, the only difference being that Azeroth orcs reproduce like humans, while Warhammer orcs are grown.

Of course, before being corrupted by fel energy, orc skin is brown; green skin is due to fel infection.

This time, Luode painted dozens of orc heroes, and these orc heroes possess all their original memories and all the power of their original bodies.

Most of these orc heroes are mortal-level beings.

"Go! Heroes of the orc race, join this war, join this great revelry."

Luode opened a portal, throwing these Azerothian orc heroes he had manifested into the battlefield.

"Ah! Roar! Roar!" A two-meter-three-tall orc wielding a great axe roared and charged straight into the Zerg swarm, his body beginning to spin at high speed, like a blood-colored whirlwind entering the Zerg ranks.

Around the Zerg, even including some Tyrannic Warrior Zerg and even a Zerg Nest Tyrant, all were reduced to fragments beneath the enemy's force axe.

The first to charge into the battlefield was Grommash Hellhowl.

Next to act was the orc prophet Thrall; under Thrall's control, vast amounts of lightning were gathered in his hands and then hurled at the Zerg.

The power of the earth was also controlled by Thrall, transformed into countless giant hands that pinned the Zerg on the ground; shamanic power was also manifested for the first time in this universe.

"Kekeke!" Gul'dan, wielding a staff and hunched in stature, coldly laughed, his body emanating powerful hellfire, then began kneading arrows of chaos.

The power of fel energy is extremely lethal to the Zerg; fel energy can utterly annihilate the biomass they require.

The reason the Zerg army grows stronger and more terrifying the longer it fights is that they not only devour enemy biomass but also consume their own kind's biomass, then bring it back to the Zerg mother ship to hatch into more Zerg troops to throw into the battlefield, until all organic matter on the entire planet is devoured.

It is the powerful fel energy that will utterly annihilate all biomass, giving the Zerg swarm no chance to recover.

The orc king Rexxar also began unleashing his ultimate ability, summoning countless swarms of unknown energy from nothing to charge against the Zerg formations.

After these Azerothian orc warriors joined the battle, the Ork greenskins became even more excited. (End of chapter)