Chapter 462: Gork and Mork Colossus

"Once the meeting adjourns, I shall return, return to trigger it once more. That bearded Demigod is big, big-time cunning; I fear he has some other schemes and plots!"

Ikit Claw enjoyed the flattery of the other rats but did not lose himself in it; to obtain such a long life, besides technology, the most important thing was his caution.

They were discussing a treasure Ikit had brought from the Old World, capable of detecting intense energy reactions above a certain threshold within a certain range.

Originally, this was a technology for finding Warpstone veins, but in the war between the Skaven and Nagash, it was developed for an additional application—locking onto the location of Undead Archmages.

For a Demigod spellcaster who wields the Authority of death to deal with a race like the Skaven that relies on numbers, calling it a massacre is gentle—after all, the corpses of the poor wretches being slaughtered won't crawl back up to attack their former comrades.

When the building was about to collapse, Clan Skryre stepped forward to develop this set of equipment to turn the situation around. Whenever a unit detected Nagash's massive energy reaction appearing nearby, they would immediately lie low, while other directions would attack together; even with Nagash's heaven-reaching magic, he could not attend to everything at once.

After the ceasefire, when Nagash turned Nehekhara into a dead land and prepared to use the Great Incantation to awaken and manipulate all the dead of past dynasties, the Skaven also relied on this gear to find Alcadizaar and send him and the Fellblade to his side.

"What on earth could make, make him abandon tens of thousands of troops and still risk, risk going to find!" Genuoduoer the big boss muttered softly; he once suspected that time was Sinuoli planning to feign departure to lure the Skaven into attacking, only to counter-attack.

"Mors, Clan Mors has stayed in the Eight Peaks for, for three, three thousand years; could it be that it was all spent on mushroom stuff? You still ask us!"

Throt cursed; flesh warping is delicate work, it is absolutely not as savage and brainless as it looks. Clearly, he suspected Genuoduoer was unwilling to share all the intelligence.

"Hehe! Wait until we beat, beat back the bearded things, we will go together, go together to investigate! If there really is some treasure, I, I can handle it on behalf of the Exalted God." Queek Headtaker looked pious, speaking nonsense.

"By the way, where are Kelachi and his spawn? He wouldn't, wouldn't dare defy the Horned Rat's oracle, would he? What's, what's more, if the Eight Peaks is lost, the next one will, will be his Tuobeishan!"

Ikit Claw's tail flicked back and forth on the ground, staring at Queek Headtaker with his mechanical prosthetic eye. The Dwarf's technological foundation is something the entire Skaven Empire can be said to know clearly; who wouldn't covet a treasure that even a Demigod seeks!

"Just now, a messenger arrived! Kelachi originally planned, planned to contact the black, black Dwarfs of the Dark Lands to send troops together, but there was an acci, accident. Those guys killed, killed his messenger for no reason."

"Forget that! Where are his, his spawn? If they don't arrive, I will definitely report him to the High Priest!"

"Two more days! A full, full fifty Zhua Tuan! The leader, Tretch Craventail, is a lucky, lucky general!"

"Fifty Zhua Tuan! If, if the mushroom stuff can hold, hold on a bit longer, a three-sided pin, pincer attack, the great cause can be achieved!"

Several leaders had battlefield intuition; even if a forced march would bring a slight decline in physical strength, an entire legion of Clan Rictus was enough to sway the battlefield situation, and lifting the siege of the Eight Peaks was only the minimum goal.

"Look, looks like it's time! Big boss, provide me, provide me with ten thousand sacrifices and a chest of Warpstone Coins; I will sum, summon an envoy of the Exalted God to join us!"

"The Rat God is above!"

"You really are, really full of surprises!"

"Hehe, the fortune of the rat race!"

Queek Headtaker shocked everyone; he took out a Thirteen-Pointed Star Seal from his bosom with a rat head carved in the center. The blood-red rat eyes on it flickered, as if they had a spirit, and one could easily feel the divine power contained within.

The other three parties that came to reinforce had each shown their abilities in previous battles, while he had been shirking by claiming the Dwarf Rune Anvil's effect was too strong. Although he only hid in the rear hitting bells and chanting, he demanded every bit of the military funds and red envelopes provided by Clan Mors, and the rats didn't complain about it behind his back any less.

"Resources will arrive, arrive immediately! With a divine envoy joining, the era of the rat race will arrive in no time! How long, how long do you need at the fastest? I will go to coor, coordinate with Clan Rictus!"

Genuoduoer's eyes gleamed, and he stood up excitedly. The biggest reason the rats had been timid in taking action before was that no rat dared to lead the charge and face Sinuoli; not to mention the Demigod's extraordinary power, even the Storm Hammer, famous throughout the Old World, was something no rat wanted to test.

"Hehehe! Just let them use the fast, fastest speed!"

At the same time, on the ground, the advance of Sinuoli's army encountered obstacles. After the artillery positions were set up, they easily suppressed the Greenskins' crude defensive firepower, but when the vanguard reached the fortress, a strange change occurred.

The scene originally envisioned of the Rune Colossus smashing mountains and breaking ground, breaking open the gate in a few strikes, did not appear immediately, because the ugly totem in front of the fortress gate, composed of trash, scrap, and the remains of original Dwarf god statues, suddenly came to life.

"Gork and Mork are really giving me face; how could the Evil Moon Tribe alone deserve to have this thing!"

Standing on the Doom Anvil, Sinuoli could not help but frown. This kind of thing is called a Rune Colossus; every appearance signifies a true disaster. Theoretically, only a Waaagh of world-shaking proportions can gather enough Da Orks energy to activate them.

"Da Orks, Gork and Mork value me so much? Why didn't I know in the past?"

Not only Sinuoli, but Iblit was also confused, but he quickly understood what he should do. The locked gate swung open, and a grand counter-charge began.

Relying on two giants controlled by the Evil Moon Tribe to harass from the side, and under the blessing of the wild Great Green's energy, which was so thick it became tangible, the immensely strong and fearless Colossus held back the Dwarf's Rune Colossus.

"Da Orks, I, Iblit, am the strongest Greenskin, and the strongest Greenskin is me!"

The Rune Colossus is the most direct incarnation of Gork and Mork; its appearance made all the Greenskins fall into a frenzy. The terrifying mental power was fed back to Iblit through the "Great Green," and his already sturdy physique expanded by another circle.

"Pass my order! Organ Gun and Flame Cannon, fire! Suppress the Greenskins' arrogance!"

Even though the Angrund Clan was heroic and tenacious, their ranks were becoming chaotic. Sinuoli had to let the artillery crews provide support, and as the pressure eased, various strange but functional Greenskin creations on the city walls began to cause interference again.

"Counting the time, they should be in place!"

Glancing at the angle of the sun, Sinuoli had a plan in mind and muttered to himself. The winning move was not on his side; as long as he created enough momentum to attract the rats' attention, this Colossus even allowed the task on the main battlefield to be over-fulfilled.

"Boom—"

Suddenly, a dull explosion came from underground.