A colossal orc sat atop a mountain of human skulls—Brok'Mer, the current king of the Brok'Mor Empire.
The Brok'Mor Empire only respects one thing: absolute strength. The former king was slaughtered in brutal combat, and Brok'Mer claimed the throne through sheer power. Now, he rules unchallenged.
Far stronger than the average mindless orc, Brok'Mer is not just a beast of war—he possesses strategic cunning. Yet to him, it makes little difference whether he uses strategy or brute force. The result is always the same: devastation.
"That's our king! Unbeaten across the universe! What can puny humans do against him?!" an orc warrior roared from the sidelines.
Orcs are orcs. Goblins are goblins.
Under normal circumstances, they prioritize claiming slaves. As long as they meet a certain battle performance threshold, orcs are granted the privilege to choose their slaves. What remains after all selections are completed is then released to the general ranks.
The Brok'Mor Empire launches raids and invasions from time to time, plundering entire regions to strengthen their kind.
The orcish race is divided into three castes: Orcs, Snotlings, and Gretchin.
"Hahaha! Just in time—we're running low on human slaves! Send out the fleet immediately—attack that so-called Imperium Caelestis of Man!" one of the orcs bellowed with laughter.
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Orcs are natural-born warriors.
Even the most basic orc can easily overpower two or three grown men.
But now… they face an enemy far beyond the limits of humanity.
They are the Space Marines.
"Kill them!"
Thousands of Space Marine Drop Pods were launched from orbit, streaking down toward the battlefield. Inside, the Emperor's warriors stood ready for war.
"Crush them all!"
The orcs' anti-aircraft guns roared to life, firing desperately at the descending warships.
Above them, the sky turned into a storm of falling metal—the Emperor's rain of death had begun.
One pod slammed directly into the orc air-defense silo, shaking the earth with a thunderous impact.
Several grots (goblins) were instantly obliterated by the falling pods. The orcs scrambled, raising their weapons and opening fire on the incoming Drop Pods.
"For the Emperor!"
A Space Marine burst from a pod, revving his chainsword as it howled in his grip. His armor bore the colors of the Luna Wolves Legion.
His name was Kharak Tyr, a Space Marine of the Luna Wolves.
A veteran of the infamous Ullanor Campaign, Kharak Tyr had faced the orcs in the deadliest of battles.
With calm brutality, he grabbed a charging orc by the neck, crushed it with one hand, and flung the corpse aside—pressing forward without hesitation.
"Compared to the orcs I once faced… these are far too weak."
"Brothers! Destroy that fortress!"
A Space Marine from the Iron Hands Legion smashed through the orc stronghold with a massive bolt weapon, crushing fortifications under his wrath.
"Clear the battlefield and eliminate the enemy's shield launchers!"
Kahn swung his chain axe, carving a bloody path through the endless sea of orcs. With reflexes calculated in nanoseconds, he sliced through a dozen orcs in mere seconds.
Using advanced Protoss technology, Kahn teleported to the frontlines. Kenthelion deployed an Anchor by synchronizing two Psionic Pylons made of Blackstone and Khala crystals. With the psionic energy focused by a Librarian, a stable rift in the Warp opened for three seconds, enabling instantaneous interplanetary transfer without interference from Chaos entities.
This breakthrough tech was engineered by Archmagos Dominus Belisarius Cawl.
More and more Space Marines deployed from Drop Pods, while the orcs of this universe, unlike those of the original Warhammer world, were less savage and quickly retreated under the overwhelming assault.
"Humans! Your opponent is me!"
An orc with dark brown skin stomped forward, roaring at Kharak Tyr.
He was one of the backbone warriors of the orc army — more brutal and ferocious than common orcs.
Zog, the orc, had no idea who these towering humans were. But as several of his strongest warriors were slain in an instant, he realized something important.
The sheer combat experience of these humans sent a clear message:
These towering two-meter soldiers were nothing like the human warriors he had faced before.
They were born for battle — just like the orcs.
But when it comes to combat skills, none surpass me!
As Zog hesitated for a moment, he realized he was the only orc left standing at the anti-air defense post.
"Damn it!"