War Hammer: The reality Bender Chapter 51 51: The Rosarius Shield and the Speed Freeks' Cha

Inside the Hive City, on Old Spire Street.

The flas of war raged, and the smoke of battle rose from all sides.

Burke piloted a Sentinel walker, advancing rapidly through the tangled craters and ruins.

Inside the enclosed cockpit, his expression was grave as his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

Every soldier of the Armageddon Steel Legion received extensive training regarding armored vehicles. Whether it was coordinated armored warfare or piloting skills, they were already highly proficient.

As an infantryman, Burke had previously been unable to pilot a Sentinel simply due to a lack of resources and allocation. But now, he finally possessed the clearance and the machine to do so.

Operating the auspex expertly, Burke reported over the vox, "No organized resistance encountered so far. The enemy appears to be consolidating their forces. Maintain high vigilance."

"Copy that. Understood."

A deep voice replied over the vox-net.

anwhile, hidden within a patch of ruins, an Ork Sniper had already mounted his heavy shoota, locking his crosshairs squarely onto Burke's Sentinel.

Having acquired the target, he violently squeezed the trigger.

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!!

Ferocious gunfire erupted continuously. The heavily modified weapon spat out a torrential storm of bullets, instantly engulfing the entirety of the Sentinel walker.

Unlike Imperial snipers who pursued precision and one-hit kills, Ork snipers generally preferred to modify their firearms to be bigger and aner, seeking terrifying firepower. Their goal was simply to blanket the target in a massive barrage and pound them into a bloody pulp.

However, upon striking the space imdiately surrounding the Sentinel, every single bullet automatically ricocheted away.

What appeared before the Greenskin's eyes were overlapping, continuously flashing layers of conversion fields.

Ever since acquiring the resources provided by Rowan, Yarrick had distributed these ultra-rare amulets to every single Astra Militarum reconnaissance unit.

And Burke, naturally, acting just like the other Guardsn, had unceremoniously draped every single Rosarius he was issued entirely over his Sentinel walker.

—If any other Imperial Adeptus were to witness this sight, they would likely emit high-pitched shrieks of aneurysm-inducing horror.

This was an absolute waste of holy relics!

The Ork sniper's firepower did not last long, quickly falling entirely silent.

The Sentinel tilted slightly. Through the viewport, Burke saw a Rubric Astartes standing silently nearby; at this exact mont, wisps of blue smoke were still curling from the muzzle of the transhuman's bolter.

His internal reverence was beyond words.

Ever since the Steel Legion initiated their blitzkrieg, these Astartes had rapidly joined the formation, fighting and reconnoitering shoulder-to-shoulder with the Imperial Guard.

Sotis using the armored Sentinels as mobile cover, sotis displaying terrifying marksmanship, they swept away all obstacles in their path together.

"Recon Sentinel Squad Seven reporting! Coordinates: XXX, XXX. Suspected concealed Ork blocking positions and pillboxes detected. Requesting fire mission!"

Burke took a few steps forward, noticed so telltale signs, and reported over the vox-channel without hesitation.

Not long after, a chorus of sharp shrieks tore through the sky above.

Subsequently, siege shells from the Stormswords and earthshaker rounds from the Hellhamrs scread in from the rear echelons, impacting the target zone with pinpoint accuracy.

Amidst the violent roars, akin to countless massive forge-hamrs falling from the heavens, all soil and tal defenses within the blast radius were instantly pulverized into fine dust.

And those Blood Axe Orks who thought they were brilliantly concealed, along with their fortifications, were completely obliterated in this barrage, blended together until they were utterly indistinguishable from one another.

"This campaign is proceeding entirely too smoothly."

Sitting inside the Fortress of Arrogance, having just coordinated another devastating artillery volley, Yarrick couldn't help but marvel.

Indeed, it was far too smooth.

This sensation of seamless fluidity was sothing he had never once experienced in his many years serving as a Commissar.

Backed by terrifying logistical resupply and matched with a perfectly balanced combined-arms steel vanguard, the enemy was rendered completely incapable of mounting any resistance.

Up front, the reconnaissance vanguard—composed of armored Sentinels and Astartes—operated with veteran professionalism, ensuring the artillery fire from the rear tanks struck with supernatural precision, as if they had eyes of their own.

Such flawless synergy was entirely alien to Yarrick.

"This was the most common of sights ten millennia ago, during the Great Crusade."

Sitting nearby within the Fortress of Arrogance, Rowan heard this and spoke calmly: "In my personal opinion, the Imperium's current state—relying solely on throwing bodies into the at grinder with zero regard for tactics or operational finesse—is the true anomaly."

Yarrick wisely chose not to engage with that blatantly dangerous, borderline-heretical statent. Instead, he asked, "Have you detected any anomalies? We have already breached nurous defensive lines."

"Nothing abnormal on Cybia's end," Rowan replied, evidently anticipating the Commissar would dodge his previous remark.

He paused, suddenly looking thoughtful. "Oh, wait... It seems we do need to pay attention. The enemy has cooked up a rather clever idea."

At this exact mont, in a location roughly several hundred ters away from the Armageddon Steel Legion.

"AAAAAAAAAH!!"

Deafening roars echoed endlessly as a mob of Greenskins shrieked and howled, spit flying everywhere with their frantic yells.

The warbikes they straddled were bizarrely constructed, all painted a painfully bright red. Crooked slabs of iron were welded onto rusted chassis, exhaust pipes aggressively belched thick black smoke, and their tires spun freely, generating ear-piercing screeches against the earth.

Every Ork gripped a Rokkit Hamr, with violently hissing explosive detonators strapped to the heavy hamrheads, looking absolutely terrifying.

"Listen up! Dem Blood Axe runts who always looked down on us finally admitted how great we are!"

The lead Ork Nob violently tore away the rags on his chest, revealing heavy black armor plating. He slamd his Rokkit Hamr brutally into the ground, sending shattered stone flying.

"Before, dey treated us like freaks! But today! We're gonna prove we ain't no runts! We're gonna smash dem tin-cans into scrap! Show 'em who's da real Bosses!"

"You hear dat?! Dat rumblin' over dere is da humie tanks!"

Thrusting a thick arm into the distance, the Nob sprayed spit directly into the faces of the Boyz in the front row. "Dem are pri targets! Smash just one of 'em, and you'll have enough braggin' rights when you go et Gork and Mork!"

"Let's show 'em wot we can do!"

"CHARGE!!!"

At his command, the Speed Freeks instantly erupted!

"By Gork and Mork!" "Smash da tin-shells!" "Fungus beer! Fungus beer!"

Amidst the deafening tidal wave of war cries, the pre-planted explosive charges violently detonated!

BOOM—!!!

The towering concrete barricade blocking their path was instantly ripped open, leaving a jagged, gaping hole as rubble and flas surged into the sky!

In the next microsecond, hundreds of Ork warbikes flooded through the breach like a black tide!

Exhaust pipes roared with deafening intensity. The Speed Freeks shrieked wildly, hunching low over their handlebars. Countless tires tore across the scorched earth as they charged madly toward the exposed flank of the Steel Legion!

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