"Blood Axe Clan?"
At this moment, on the Bridge of the strike cruiser that had already reached low orbit, Adam looked at the scene displayed on the Augur scan and mused slightly.
The Orks' formation displayed on the device showed a characteristic completely inconsistent with their chaotic nature; instead, it exhibited something that could truly be called discipline.
Whether it was the attack waves or the attack gradient, both bore obvious signs of training, and the coordination between the strike positions and the tanks would immediately appear suspicious to anyone knowledgeable.
Evidently, this was the Blood Axe Clan, an extremely unique clan among the Orks.
The characteristic of this clan is that they are not chaotic and disorderly like common Greenskins; they imitate the various behaviors of human armies and acquire human discipline.
In battle, they use various human tactics and know how to use their brains to formulate strategies—such as rear-area harassment, creeping barrages, and tactical infiltration. Sometimes they even surpass their teachers and perform better than humans.
"Forget it, there's no need to consider this too much."
Adam did not take this to heart.
Even if the opponent was such a unique Ork clan, given his Reality Warping Ability, it shouldn't be Adam who fears the unknown enemy, but rather the unknown enemy who should fear him.
"In that case, let's start with an Orbital Bombardment."
Following the intangible connection with the machine spirit, Adam's mind stirred, and he gave a decisive order.
In the sky, the strike cruiser's array of light lances began to condense a dazzling glow.
Although most of the weapons on the warship were completely offline, a considerable portion could still be used, such as the Light Lance Array, which requires precision instruments.
These devices were not corrupted by Chaos distortion but were preserved through the purification of the Emperor's Holy Power.
Scarlet, dazzling Lasers shot out from the warship. Under the excited gaze of the Armageddon Steel Legion soldiers in the fortifications, they plunged fiercely into the earth like The Emperor's wrathful Spears of Punishment, leaving streaks of scorched black marks across the land.
The Orks' artillery positions and numerous anti-air facilities were rapidly annihilated under continuous Orbital Bombardment.
"Alright, it really didn't work."
Adam sensed slightly, and upon realizing he hadn't devoured any souls, he couldn't help but frown and sigh.
As the saying goes, "It is not I who killed the man, but the weapon," and this phrase couldn't be more fitting here.
He was merely the one who issued the firing command to the machine spirit, while the strike cruiser was the one that fired and killed the enemies.
Thinking of this, Adam considered whether it would be feasible to raise the Reality Intensity of an entire strike cruiser—approximately five kilometers long and capable of housing tens of thousands of people, ship and machine spirit included—and then use it to wholesale Exterminatus across the galaxy.
Ultimately, he concluded that the Reality Intensity expenditure required would be an astronomical figure, impossible to afford even at his current level, so he had to give up the idea.
Finishing his brief contemplation, Adam waved his hand and ordered, "Deploy the Drop Pods."
The next moment, within the Deployment Facilities at the bottom of the ship, the completely converted Astartes, shrouded in faint light, passed through long corridors and silently entered the Dreadclaw Drop Pods before them.
From the bottom of the ship, numerous Drop Pods were released, tearing through the sky and descending like meteors. Their speed was so great that they formed rings of red atmospheric circles around themselves.
On the ground, having lost most of their heavy anti-air firepower, the Greenskin Boys could only try to fire the Shoota Guns in their hands toward the sky under the loud roaring command of the Ork Boss. They also struggled to raise the small Shoota Cannons mounted on various Dakka Wagons to serve as temporary anti-air defenses, frantically shooting at the incoming Drop Pods.
However, not only did most of their shots miss, but the remaining rain of bullets that struck the Chaos Astartes' specialized Dreadclaw Drop Pods only produced dull "thudding" sounds, failing to cause any substantial damage.
The Drop Pods violently crashed down. As the nozzles of the red retro-rockets activated, their speed abruptly halted, and they slammed into the ground with a massive roar.
"Waaaaagh!!!"
The roar of the Orks sounded.
Large numbers of Greenskin Boys, waving the Choppas and Sluggas in their hands, howled and rushed toward every Drop Pod like a tide.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
The moment the Drop Pods landed, the Automated Heavy Stubbers and Heavy bolters integrated into the hull immediately activated, unleashing a roaring barrage that rained down, sweeping the unreacting Greenskin Boys to the ground.
Immediately afterward, a slight detonation sounded.
That was the explosion of micro-explosives designed to prevent mechanical failure, causing the Drop Pod doors to spring open completely.
Astartes stepped out one by one.
They were the Undying Army,
They were the Army of Atonement.
In the endless wars to come, they would prove their loyalty to humanity, to The Emperor...
'For The Emperor!'
Their physical bodies had long turned to ash, and naturally, they had lost the ability to shout war cries.
Nevertheless, this phrase remained imprinted in the heart of every Astartes. They raised their weapons and began a cold-blooded slaughter in the name of The Emperor.
The exhaust plumes of bolter rounds traced clear trajectories in the air. Under the precise shooting techniques honed by centuries of combat experience, every Greenskin in sight met the end of death.
Meanwhile, various bizarre Greenskin vehicles were met with melta bombs, thrown out like artillery shells one after another.
A dazzling flash of light passed, the turret melted into a puddle of slag, and incandescent metal jets surged into the cabin, instantly consuming the Greenskin drivers inside.
With Adam's unreserved support, every single Astartes was armed to the teeth.
Every member was equipped with Iron Halos, Artificer bolters and Specialized bolter Rounds, a large number of Plasma Weapons, inexhaustible melta bombs, Master-crafted Power Swords, Terminators' Assault Cannons... The consequences of such armament were perfectly illustrated by the continuous disappearance of Ork lives on the battlefield.
After sustaining some casualties and clearing a space in the rolling green tide, the Astartes immediately began establishing a relatively stable position, relying on the wreckage of the destroyed vehicles.
And the Orks, known as a warrior race, naturally could not remain indifferent to this.
When the Orks quickly discovered these "shrimp in a can" that had chosen to jump directly into their steel tide, they immediately grew excited.
Large numbers of Dakka Wagons and Ork Tanks began to tighten their formation, increasing in density like a closing vise, charging fiercely toward the Astartes, attempting to crush these very "Waaaagh"-looking enemies.