Chapter 89: SCV: I Reckon I Can Fix Anything!
The vanguard force had begun its deployment.
One by one, soldiers in ceramite combat suits, using grav-chutes or drop pods, plunged directly into various parts of the Ork fortress.
And the moment they entered, they were met with a counter-attack from these Orks.
"Waaaagh! Fightin'! It's fun!"
The Raiders in their combat suits suppressed the Orks in both ranged and melee combat. For Orks, their physical strength was usually an advantage against humans, but now, they were being completely crushed.
And at this moment, Lucan also stepped into a shuttle. The squad by Lucan's side had assembled; six Night Sentinels and a company of Raiders would protect Lucan as he landed within the fortress below.
Several shuttles carrying the group left the warship and hovered in the air above the exposed position of the fortress's cannon.
At this time, the void shield raised by the Orks also ended up protecting these low-flying shuttles.
The firepower from the vast number of Orks on the periphery was also indiscriminately blocked by the void shield.
And the Orks, who had never had aerial enemies before, hadn't even installed any anti-aircraft weapons on their fortress.
"Arrived at the designated position! Prepare for drop assault!!" the pilot's voice echoed throughout the cabin.
"For the God-Emperor, for the Mongorte Dynasty, kill all these filthy Orks!"
As the hatch opened, Lucan led his host of soldiers and leaped down.
As soon as he landed, Lucan saw countless Ork Boyz fearlessly charging the beachhead that the vanguard force had cleared.
The penetrating power of the C-14 could easily pierce the bodies of these Ork Boyz who wore no armor, but the effect was not particularly significant. High penetration, against these Orks with their tenacious vitality, actually became a disadvantage.
The Marauders and Firebats were the key to stabilizing the line. They transformed into one fixed turret after another, resisting the enemy's charge.
The soldiers were locked in a fierce battle within this fortress with the continuously swarming Orks, but these Orks seemed as if they could never be completely killed.
The Orks had never expected an enemy to launch a surprise attack from the sky, landing directly on their undefended cannon emplacement.
The sudden attack instantly killed a large group of Mekboyz. The Big Mek, seeing its Mekboyz being slaughtered by the sudden appearance of the enemy, could no longer be bothered with anything else and immediately fled the area.
He had to find their Warboss to help him take back his beloved big gun!
But the Orks' bizarre and shoddy weapons were even more disgusting than imagined.
The landing force had already begun to suffer casualties. The solid-projectile weapons in the hands of those Ork Boyz and Meks could actually penetrate the ceramite combat suits.
If these weapons were in human hands, even if a soldier in a ceramite combat suit stood before a group of enemies and let them shoot to their heart's content, they might not be able to breach his defense. But in the hands of Orks, these shoddy weapons were different.
The terrifying aspect of the "I reckon" field was making the impossible a reality.
Orks with more knowledge were less able to utilize this power, but if a group of Orks had terrifyingly low cognition, they could, in turn, exert power far beyond the limits of physical laws.
In the eyes of these Ork Boyz, they had no concept of the durability of ceramite combat suits. If the Orks' cognition knew that ceramite combat suits were very tough, and knew that the weapons in their hands could not breach them, then they really wouldn't be able to.
But in the eyes of these isolated Orks, ceramite? What ceramite? "I reckon it looks just a bit 'arder than sheet metal."
"I just fink my shoota and my choppa can smash ya to bits."
And this power forcibly lowered the strength of the ceramite combat suits.
"GW was really damned for coming up with this power! Doesn't this just forcibly negate the advantage my equipment brings?!" Lucan cursed internally.
Lucan surveyed his surroundings. This human warship was now filled with Ork garbage and graffiti everywhere.
A perfectly good warship now looked purely like a garbage recycling station.
And simply capturing this cannon platform was not enough for Lucan to take this Ork fortress.
Within the ten-kilometer area protected by the void shield, who knew how many Greenskins were hidden within this wreckage? There was even a risk of other Ork klans being attracted over. And could the Marines he brought with him really kill all the Orks here? The ammunition the soldiers carried would probably be exhausted, and it still wouldn't be enough.
After all, the number of soldiers brought on this exploration warship was still too small.
Without numerical superiority and the crushing advantage of equipment, this battle became difficult. Lucan, who was used to fighting extravagant battles, was suddenly a bit unaccustomed to it.
Even if Lucan used all his remaining 100,000 Psy-crystals to warp in Marines, it wouldn't play a decisive role against the Orks' numbers; instead, it would become a piecemeal reinforcement tactic.
However, looking at the vaguely discernible structure of this warship, Lucan seemed to have a special idea.
Lucan directly began to warp in StarCraft units. However, this time, it wasn't soldiers he warped in, but a large number of SCVs.
One SCV after another appeared in the surroundings. Lucan immediately began to command them to repair the wreckage of this warship.
Under the influence of the System's rules, as long as you weren't completely destroyed, you could be repaired by SCVs.
And just as Lucan had expected, under the repair of the SCVs, the parts that did not belong to this warship – those added by the Orks – began to fall off one by one. The shattered hull of the warship began to regenerate as if from nothing, restored to its original state.
The previously damaged and inoperable airtight blast doors actually began to recover.
An alarm sounded in the compartment Lucan was in. Detecting a hull breach, those airtight doors began to close automatically.
The Ork Boyz outside who wanted to charge in suddenly found that the original entrance was gone!
A hatch they had never seen before now blocked their path forward.
And the high-strength armor of this Golden Age warship also made it impossible for them to breach the opening again for a while.
One corridor after another began to be sealed off. The efficiency of the Orks' reinforcements was greatly slowed, which drastically reduced the pressure on the Raiders who had landed here.
However, this warship was too large. Even though Lucan had warped in nearly a hundred SCVs to repair simultaneously, it would still take a very long time for it to be completely restored.
And while the SCVs were carrying out repairs in various locations, they also needed protection to prevent them from being destroyed.
The location of the battlefield began to shift with the movement of the SCVs. Lucan and his soldiers began to fight, centering their operations around the SCVs.
And that Ork Warboss, leading his Nobz, was now heading this way.
"Boss! Dem gits are proper tough and WAAAGH! Especially a bunch of green-armored ones! Dey're tougher than da toughest Greenskin! Lots of Boyz got krumped by 'em!"
The greener an Ork, the tougher they were. And the Praetor Suit was coincidentally dark green.
Hearing this, Irongob angrily smashed the Ork Boy before him with a punch.
"Nothin' is tougher and more WAAAGH! than me, Irongob! Boyz! Let's go krump 'em together!"
To speed up the progress, the SCVs, under the protection of the soldiers, headed off in different directions.
And the Night Sentinels also began to take the initiative, fighting to buy time for the SCVs' repairs.
In the corridors, the sound of chainswords was mixed with the roaring of Orks.
The Night Sentinels cleared the path forward for the squads behind them. They formed a line, blocking the charge of thousands of Ork Boyz.
The flames spewed by the flamethrowers spread to one Ork Boy after another.
One armor shard after another fell to the ground, allowing them to attack without any restraint; these armor shards would automatically repair the Praetor Armor on their bodies.
The continuous triggering of Glory Kills made the entire corridor exceptionally brutal.
A chainsword sliced through the body of an Ork Boy, and at the same time, a considerable amount of ammunition burst out.
The Night Sentinels silently picked up the ammunition and reloaded their weapons. Their bloody and barbaric killing methods made even these Orks feel fear.
The bodies of several hundred Ork Boyz were dismembered and scattered throughout this corridor.
Just as they finished clearing this corridor, another large group of Ork Boyz swarmed over. This time, there were even quite a few Ork Nobz in battle armor among them. With their boss leading them, the Ork Boyz seemed to have found some courage again.
The Nobz were a product of the WAAAGH! field, and also a form of psychic energy. Although Ork psychic power was a local network isolated from the Warp, its essence was still a form of Warp energy.
Getting stronger was truly addictive. The enhancement the Night Sentinels received from slaughtering Orks was much greater than what they got from killing those Mushroom-men!
And the Nobz also sensed the powerful killing intent emanating from these blood-soaked Night Sentinels.
When mortal enemies meet, their eyes burn with extra fury.
"For the God-Emperor!"
"WAAAAGH~"
(End of Chapter)
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