Chapter 216: Fire Wheel: Siege Dreadnought

Inside the Orc fortress, the surging green tide stalled the advance of the First Regiment of the Modian Iron Guard.

In every instant, every Macharius Defender could kill dozens of Orks.

But there were too many Orcs; even with a large number of Orks killed in the chaotic melee, the number of Orcs in the fortress still exceeded one hundred million.

Mikhailovsky noticed that the First Regiment of the Modian Iron Guard was bogged down, so he dispatched his trump card.

The Siege Dreadnoughts took thunderous steps, trampling over rubble, and launched their attack.

The Inferno Cannons on their right arms spat out torrents of flame; as the muzzles swung, the spewing fire dragons engulfed the charging Orks.

Numbers were meaningless in the face of the destructive torrent, and the charging Orcs were burned to ashes.

The hail of bullets fired by the Orcs hammered like raindrops against the thick Dreadnought armor of the black giants.

The mechanical components of the Siege Dreadnoughts rattled incessantly, their armor was covered in bullet craters, and the banners on their backs were battered to tatters.

The Siege Dreadnoughts were covered in dust, but they continued to advance.

No Orc could slow their forward pace; they strode toward the Waaagh Tower.

The assault drills on their left arms spun rapidly, roaring as they slammed into the steel tower body, while the built-in heavy flamers spewed flames.

One Waaagh Tower after another was ignited, and within seconds, the jumbled iron blocks were burned into fragments.

As the Waaagh Towers were destroyed one by one, the green mist in the minds of the Orks receded like a retreating tide.

The advantage of the Eleventh Legion became more apparent, and the Order Shadows, accompanied by armored vehicles, began to sweep the Orks in the city like a dragnet.

The "Midnight Poet" Mikhailovsky chanted poetry as he moved forward.

"The eternal night of Modian,

A realm abandoned by the sun,

Darkness woven into a cocoon,

......"

The "Midnight Poet" seemed out of place on the noisy battlefield.

Wherever he passed, the Orks would always become mentally dazed, their eyelids heavy.

Mikhailovsky would then use his Bolter Pistol to blow the heads off the Orcs.

When he successfully broke through to the center of the fortress, an Orc wielding a monster's weapon charged at him head-on.

The Choppa in the Orc's hand resembled the Chainsword of an Order Shadow, roaring as it spun.

But it was also crisscrossed with spikes and chains, which swung about chaotically as he brandished it.

The Orc boss slammed into a member of the guard, and with a flick of his arm, the chains whipped onto the guard member like a python.

The chains rattled as they coiled around the guard member's arm; the Orc boss grinned hideously and swung his weapon, the motor roaring, cutting the power armor and the Astartes inside in two.

The massive corpse of the guard member slammed heavily onto the ground.

Mikhailovsky charged at the Orc boss, his Power Sword slashing toward the Orc with the 7th path of the "Osbohe-Waya" style.

The Orc boss swung his sword to meet it; the moment the weapons collided, Mikhailovsky's arm went numb.

Mikhailovsky was shocked; this was the first time since becoming an Order Shadow that his strength had been at a disadvantage.

He tensed his arm, veins bulging at his temples, to keep his Power Sword from being knocked out of his hand.

The Orc boss, having failed to land a hit, grew even angrier; green mist filled his mind, and Gork and Mork roared angrily in his ears.

He stepped heavily forward, and the ground trembled violently.

The Orc boss swung his weapon in a bizarre manner, and the chains shot toward Mikhailovsky's arms and legs.

Mikhailovsky slashed rapidly, parrying the incoming chains.

He could not understand how the Orc boss had done it; this had transcended the realm of swordsmanship.

The "Midnight Poet" began to chant: "The eternal night of Modian..."

The world around Mikhailovsky seemed to be dragged into a tranquil state, and the weapon raised by the Orc boss slowed down rapidly.

Mikhailovsky swung his sword, aiming straight for the Orc boss.

When the blade was still half an arm's length away from the Orc boss, the Orc boss suddenly let out an angry roar.

"Waaagh!"

The surrounding Orks also shouted along: "Waaagh!"

The Orc boss instantly sobered up; he swung his weapon violently, meeting the Charged Blade.

The "Midnight Poet" was startled; the Orc boss had actually broken free from the poem he was chanting.

Just as Mikhailovsky was about to withdraw his sword and retreat to find another opportunity to attack, his pitch-black pupils suddenly occupied his entire eyeballs.

The Order Shadow advanced instead of retreating, launching a rapid strike with the 23rd path of the "Osbohe-Waya" style.

The Power Sword bypassed the Orc's bizarre weapon and slashed into his chest.

The Disruption Field crackled and flashed, tearing the Orc's body to shreds.

After killing the Orc boss, Mikhailovsky whispered.

"I have mastered the 'Warp Insight' inherited from the Gene-Father."

After killing the Orc boss, Mikhailovsky continued to launch fierce attacks on the Orks.

At the same time, he did not neglect his responsibilities as a Commander, keeping an eye on the progress of other fronts in the command channel.

"Mikhailovsky, my Third Company has broken through the Orc lines, entered the fortress from the north, and is currently purging the Orks."

"Well done, Geleigori."

Just as Mikhailovsky replied to his friend, Karluo's voice sounded.

"Mikhailovsky, my Fifth Legion has also achieved breakthroughs on the east and west sides; the Orks are in full retreat."

The offensive by the Third Legion and the Fifth Legion on the Orc fortress lasted for twenty-three stellar days before the purge was completed.

The entire fortress had been swept over by fire.

After concluding the first phase and capturing the largest Ork Fortress, the Second Company Captain reported the progress to the Shadow of Sovereignty.

After receiving the report, the Primarch Attendant reported to Ninglu.

"My lord, the Second Chapter and the Fifth Chapter have already cleared the largest Ork Fortress on Planet No. 2."

"The Second Chapter lost one hundred and forty-two Order Shadow, twenty-three Vostoyan Rhino, and five Siege Dreadnought."

"The 'Modian Iron Guard' suffered nine hundred and sixty casualties and lost one hundred and twenty Macharius Defender."

Ninglu nodded and then asked.

"What are the losses for the Fifth Chapter?"

"The Fifth Chapter suffered five hundred and thirty-four casualties among the Order Shadow, and lost twenty-one Macharius Heavy Tank and eleven Dreadnought."

"The Third Chapter bore the responsibility of the main assault, suffered fewer losses, and achieved greater results; Bukayo has been highly effective in the development of the Chapter."

Ninglu said with satisfaction, and he subsequently asked.

"When will the Fourth Chapter and the Eighth Chapter arrive?"

Although significant results were achieved, the Eleventh Legion also suffered considerable losses, especially the Fifth Chapter, which lost more than half a company.

"My lord, it is expected that the Fourth Chapter will arrive in five days of ship time, and the Eighth Chapter is expected to arrive in twelve days."

"In addition, the knights of Vix Trix will also arrive in fifteen days."

Ninglu leaned back in his chair and spoke.

"Order the Fifth Chapter to be responsible for clearing the captured Fortress and the Orc tribes in the wild."

The Primarch assigned lighter tasks to the heavily depleted Fifth Chapter, allowing them to rest and reorganize at the same time.

He did not want to continuously deplete any single Chapter; having them take turns in battle to hone their skills was also a result he desired.

"The remaining four fortresses have weaker Ork defenses and fewer numbers."

"After the Fourth Chapter and the Eighth Chapter arrive, order them to attack the Orc fortresses in the northeast and southeast directions, respectively, alongside the Second Company and Third Company of the Third Chapter."

After the Primarch Attendant recorded them one by one, he continued his report.

"The Chief Apothecary, together with the Techmarine, has completed the preliminary research on the Void Weaver and the Spirit Bone Parasite."

"They used the remains of the Void Weaver to manufacture five experimental hover tanks; they do not use Wraithbone structures and do not require a psyker to pilot them."

"Although the power of the hover tanks is not as great as the Eldar's Void Weaver, after Mikel conducted experiments using the parasites cultured with medicinal liquid, it was determined that they can also devour numerous experimental subjects such as Ork corpses."

Upon hearing this, Ninglu knew that his previous decision was correct; researching substitute parasites indeed required Mikel.

"Send four of them to the Third Chapter and find an opportunity to test them on the battlefield."

Arsena immediately accepted the order, and he said at the end.

"My lord, Thomas and I have isolated two lower decks and are building an Altar in each of them."

"I am ready, and today I will complete the Ritual Magic according to your teachings."

"Thomas is busy with the affairs of the Ninth Battle Company and the Librarian, and will return in three days."

Ninglu nodded, thinking to himself.

【Today I shall know whether the Ritual Magic I designed is effective.】

After the Primarch Attendant finished his work, he took the elevator to the lower deck.

As one of the most powerful people on the flagship under the Primarch, his orders were strictly executed, and the entire deck was sealed off.

(End of this chapter)