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Chapter 236: Attack on Titan (1)

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After purging the Greenskins in the area, Zeke parked the Ender Dragon Titan and met with Commissar Yarrick.

"Lord Dante," Commissar Yarrick recognized Dante who was with Zeke immediately.

During the Second War for Armageddon, Dante had assisted Yarrick in capturing Herman von Strab, a planetary governor who had deserted his post in the face of the enemy. Yarrick held a deep impression of the Blood Angels Chapter Master.

"And this must be the Titan princeps." Yarrick turned his attention to Zeke. The Ender Dragon Titan had left a profound impression on the Commissar.

Yarrick did not ask any further questions regarding the Titan. It was clearly an Imperial secret, and as a Commissar, he knew better than to pry into matters above his clearance.

He led Zeke and the others back to the command center and concisely briefed them on the current tactical situation on Armageddon. He paid special attention to detailing the Ork Warlord responsible for this massive conflict: Ghazghkull Thraka.

Ghazghkull's full name was Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, but the name was quite a mouthful, so people were far more accustomed to simply calling him Ghazghkull.

Based on Yarrick's close understanding of his nemesis, the true difficulty lay not just with Ghazghkull himself, but with his two primary lieutenants.

"Through constant warfare against the Greenskins, the Imperium gradually confirmed the existence of these troublesome figures," Commissar Yarrick said, slapping a blurry reconnaissance photo onto the table.

The first was the Greenskin equivalent of a miraculous healer: Mad Dok Grotsnik.

This Ork's medical skills were somehow on par with an ancient, legendary physician. During a particular campaign, Ghazghkull had lost a full third of his brain, and it was Grotsnik who dragged him back from the brink of death. What was even more bizarre was that during the surgery, Ghazghkull experienced some sort of profound epiphany, claiming to have seen the Ork gods Gork and Mork with his own eyes. From that moment on, he embarked on an unprecedented path of conquest.

Dante spoke up, "So, as long as Grotsnik is alive, Ghazghkull can continue fighting even if he is beaten half to death?"

"Exactly." Yarrick then flipped to the second file, his expression growing even more solemn.

The second figure: Orkimedes.

Just the name alone made Zeke feel a terrifying sense of power. It instantly reminded him of a certain mathematician who played with levers.

Orkimedes was likely one of the most intelligent Ork Boyz in the entire universe. As his name suggested, this Ork was an expert in technology. Setting aside trivial matters like upgrading Gargants, he had even invented a highly advanced teleportation technology capable of beaming entire squads of Orks directly from starships on the system's edge straight onto the battlefields of Armageddon.

It was worth noting that the Imperium could not manufacture such teleportation equipment. Members of the Adeptus Mechanicus had wept bitterly over this, having tried more than once to reverse-engineer the technology, only to fail time and time again.

This was precisely why the Orks had managed to occupy the vast majority of the planet in the early stages of the war.

"So," Dante summarized, "Ghazghkull, Grotsnik, and Orkimedes. Three targets."

"Only by eliminating all three of these leaders," Yarrick said, aligning the three files on the table and sweeping his gaze over Zeke and Dante, "can this war truly be brought to an end."

Yarrick walked over to the tactical table and swiped his fingers across the holographic projector a few times. A three-dimensional map of the Armageddon frontlines unfolded, outlining the mountain ranges, ruined industrial zones, and the Greenskins' lines of advance.

"We have a squad of Callidus Assassins who have infiltrated the Greenskin lines ahead of time. They are disguised as Orks and have already confirmed the rough locations of the three leaders."

On the map, three red dots lit up in the same general area. Notably, these three dots were surrounded by a massive, thick wall of war.

This towering barrier, known as the Wall of the Beast, was the defensive line protecting the Greenskin stronghold. Thousands of years ago, during the War of the Beast, it had withstood an assault by the Imperial Fists. And now, it was fulfilling its purpose once again, effectively shutting out almost all Imperial offensives.

Without breaching this wall, the Imperium could not launch a further counterattack.

"My proposal is this," Yarrick stated. "I will lead the ground forces in a frontal assault to draw the bulk of the Greenskin firepower, forcing them to fix their eyes entirely on my sector."

Yarrick drew an arc on the map, which stopped right in front of the Wall of the Beast.

"Lord Dante, I request that you assemble a strike team of Astartes. Take advantage of the chaotic window created by the frontal assault to rendezvous with the Officio Assassinorum, locate the targets, and assassinate all three."

Commissar Yarrick calculated the odds. "The window of opportunity will be very narrow. Once the frontal battle begins, the Greenskin command echelon will enter a state of high alert. The ground forces won't be able to buy you much time."

While Dante and Yarrick were still evaluating the feasibility of the plan, Zeke outright vetoed it.

"Just push straight through. Sneak attacks and all that—there's no need for it."

Yarrick choked on his words.

"I think Zeke is right," Dante decisively opted to abandon overthinking and backed Zeke. Yarrick's plan was sound, but it was a bit too convoluted, and sneak attacks always carried a risk of failure.

Lord Dante, are even you joking with me? Yarrick pointed anxiously at the Wall of the Beast. With that wall of war standing there, the Imperium would need to expend exponentially more troops just to have a chance of breaking through. And even then, we'd be met by a well-rested force of Ork Warlords on the other side!

Yarrick was about to explain this when he glanced outside and saw the sky-piercing Ender Dragon Titan standing tall.

For a split second, Yarrick hesitated. Actually... maybe it really is possible.

However, as a seasoned commander, his instincts told him not to put all his eggs in one basket, so he still tried to dissuade Zeke.

"No need, it's settled then," Zeke ignored Yarrick entirely. "Release the news. Tell them I, Zeke, challenge Ghazghkull to a one-on-one duel."

The Greenskins were inherently a warlike race. Zeke was confident Ghazghkull wouldn't refuse.

"Also, Yarrick, do you know how to pilot a Titan?" Zeke figured that since the enemy had three elite units, his side needed to put up a matching front to give them enough face.

The Ender Dragon Titan was custom-made and the only one of its kind, but with the Transmutation Table, he could mass-produce as many of the base Valkyrie Titans as he wanted.

"Me? Pilot a Titan?" Yarrick immediately denied it. These machines require an entire crew of highly trained specialists to operate!

Zeke turned and whispered to Dante, "Dante, you too."

"My Titans are different from the ones built by the Adeptus Mechanicus. They're incredibly simple to pilot. You'll understand once you try."

Under Zeke's forceful insistence, the plan was finalized just like that.

Looking at this hastily thrown-together operation, Yarrick could only pray that Zeke's Titans were as formidable as they looked.

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