Chapter 306: The Orcs, Sons of Humanity (Bonus Chapter 1)

On the outskirts of an abandoned city:

A large force of orc infantry, with rough, rock-like grayish-brown skin, marched forward, armed with massive, crude rifles, steadily advancing toward the city center. These orcs were massive, averaging around two meters tall, with imposing physiques.

Despite their savage, brutish appearances, they moved with strategic coordination, organized into tactical squads and platoons, weaving through the streets and buildings.

The sheer number of them was impossible to count, stretching endlessly from the collapsed roads to the surface, like an unstoppable tide.

"Roar!"

Alongside them, enormous beasts—some towering over fifteen meters—thundered forward, their steps shaking the ground as they approached the frontline base.

"Hiss!"

From the skies, flying creatures under the orcs' command swooped down, revealing the bio-engineering tendencies of the orc army. The creatures in the air and on the ground appeared to be underground species domesticated and biologically modified, transformed into living weapons.

The orcs also fielded armored units, though their vehicles looked like rough amalgamations, cobbled together from discarded machinery, held together with makeshift engines.

These crude machines were a stark contrast to the sleek, futuristic design typical of Atlas, differing greatly in combat power as well.

Boom! Boom!

High-caliber plasma cannons fired from the direction of the frontline base, striking clusters of orcs and igniting deafening explosions.

Sizzling sparks crackled, melting and incinerating orcs and biological units outside the main blast radius.

The fixed cannons at the frontline base inflicted heavy casualties on the oncoming orc army, which could offer no effective retaliation. Only upon reaching the vicinity of the base could the orcs attempt to close in, left with no option but to endure the bombardment.

"Roar!"

Yet, despite the relentless shelling, the orcs were unfazed. Instead, their battle fervor intensified as they quickened their pace, charging toward the frontline.

Their bravery was commendable, but ultimately futile.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Whirr—whoosh!

Over five thousand young Astartes, scattered throughout the abandoned city, unleashed volleys of standard explosive rounds and plasma fire on the orc horde.

At the forefront stood a squad of Sons of Humanity, acting like a dam against the flood of orcs. The orc infantry, including their officers, found themselves unable to advance even a single step further.

Clad in Titan I power armor devoid of energy shields, painted in black, purple, and gold, the Sons of Humanity were unafraid of the orcs' gunfire, yet still made strategic use of surrounding cover.

At a crossroads, a squad of Sons of Humanity began by unloading rounds from their explosive bolt rifles, machine guns, and small-caliber plasma cannons at the orcs charging in waves.

Bang! Bang, click!

In moments, the four young Astartes wielding explosive bolt rifles, including their squad leader, had emptied their first magazines.

The gunner, wielding a heavy 1.0-caliber explosive bolt and a small-caliber plasma cannon, continued his barrage against the orc onslaught.

Pop! Splat!

Those struck by the 1.0-caliber rounds were torn apart by the force alone, their tough hides and muscular bodies no match for the sheer power of the explosive rounds.

These orcs, with their hardened skin and heavily muscled frames, could withstand close-range light weapon fire, and their armor gave them the appearance of living tanks.

With intelligence and tactical experience, orc infantry theoretically outmatched Atlas' new generation of clones. Even with the advantage of Enquis serum in their growth tanks, which granted clones enhanced physical abilities, in terms of raw strength, the orcs could tear through them.

But against the Astartes, especially armed with explosive and plasma weaponry, the orcs' natural advantages were nullified.

Boom! Boom!

As the explosive rounds detonated with metal-hydrogen charges, miniature "suns" erupted in front of the Sons of Humanity squad, illuminating the battlefield.

"Roar!"

The orcs caught in the blasts screamed in agony as searing heat engulfed them, leaving behind dismembered limbs, charred flesh, and lifeless bodies strewn across the road ahead of the squad.

Some orcs, though barely alive, struggled to crawl away.

Yet this time, terror filled their eyes, and many attempted to flee.

The four young Astartes, having reloaded their magazines, showed no intention of pulling the trigger again.

At this moment, their squad leader, marked with the name "Sol Taviz" on his chest armor, attached his bolt rifle to his right thigh plate. Then, with his right hand, he removed a chainsword from his belt, connecting its hilt to his palm slot.

Whirr—buzz! Roar!

Fueled by the cold fusion reactor in his backpack, the dwarven-forged chainsaw blade spun rapidly.

With a swift motion, Taviz raised his chainsword and pointed it down the littered main road, shouting:

"Charge! Show these hideous vermin that humanity is not weak! For humanity!"

With his words, Taviz charged forward at remarkable speed.

"For humanity!"

The rest of the squad joined in, shouting their battle cry in unison.

Three riflemen also drew chainswords, preparing to engage the orcs in close combat.

The two gunners, meanwhile, continued their barrage to cover their brothers-in-arms.

In the blink of an eye, Taviz reached the front lines of the orc ranks, trampling over wounded orcs as he ran.

Thud! Splat!

The heads and chests of the fallen orcs couldn't withstand the crushing force, reduced to nothing more than bloody paste under his boots.

!!

Orc infantry nearby, realizing how close Taviz was, raised their rifles to fire.

But Taviz anticipated their movements, dodging their aim with a quick sidestep before slicing with his chainsword.

Whirr—crunch! Rip—slash!

The rapidly spinning dwarven-forged chain blade brutally bisected the orc infantry, spraying blood in all directions.

?!

Witnessing their comrades slaughtered by a "human," the surrounding orcs were dumbfounded.

To them, humans were not supposed to possess such power.

Before the orcs could respond, Taviz weaved through their ranks like a whirlwind, cutting down every orc that dared stand in his way.

When his three brothers joined the fray, the tide of orcs attempting to breach the defensive line was pushed back.

From a bird's-eye view, the orcs across the city found themselves utterly outmatched, helpless against the formidable Sons of Humanity.

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