In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 237: Attack on Titan (2)

Goal = 400 Powerstones.

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A Thunderhawk gunship flew along the edge of the cloud layer.

"Copy, please respond. This is Thunderhawk. We are approaching the airspace above the target."

The Blood Angel in the passenger compartment stood up, walked to the hatch, and hauled it open.

Freezing high-altitude winds blasted through the open door, framing a panoramic view of Armageddon neatly divided into two starkly contrasting halves.

Ahead stood the towering Wall of the Beast. One could barely see the top of the wall even when squinting upward. Behind the wall, a dense sea of green surged, interspersed with bizarre, ramshackle structures cobbled together from scrap—it was effectively a full-scale Greenskin city.

Looking down, a torrent of Imperial steel was advancing. Leman Russ Demolishers and other tanks formed lines stretching for kilometers. Their treads crushed the earth, kicking up billowing clouds of yellow dust.

Some units had already begun firing. Artillery shells screamed through the air, slamming into the Wall of the Beast. The entire face of the wall erupted in a dense cluster of explosions and flying shrapnel. Dust rained down in sheets, making it look as though the wall itself was trembling.

It was spectacular, but it wasn’t enough. Everyone knew perfectly well that this firepower alone couldn’t breach the Wall of the Beast.

The Imperium’s true ultimate weapons brought up the rear: three Titans of an unrecognizable make were marching forward.

Their movements appeared slow and ponderous, but that was merely an optical illusion—each step they took covered over a dozen kilometers. They blotted out the clouds and the sun, casting colossal shadows that blanketed the countless advancing soldiers, tanks, and transport convoys beneath them.

With these machines present, there was absolutely no way the Wall of the Beast could hold them back.

"See? I told you the controls were simple," Zeke’s voice crackled through the vox. "It’s just like moving your own body."

"...It’s acceptable," Dante replied curtly.

"I think my foot stepped down crooked," Yarrick’s voice sounded somewhat tense.

"It’s fine, just keep walking."

The Ender Dragon Titan strode in the center, flanked by Dante and Yarrick piloting standard Valkyrie Titans. Because these standard models hadn’t been modified by Vashtorr, they were significantly shorter than Zeke’s rig. Zeke didn’t have high expectations for them anyway; as long as they drew some fire away from him, that was enough.

The three Titans bypassed the Imperial tank lines.

The Greenskins atop the Wall of the Beast were the first to notice the vibrations. It wasn’t the tremor of artillery bombardment—they were accustomed to that. In fact, some Orks even found the shaking of artillery strikes quite enjoyable.

This vibration was different. It had a rhythmic, steady pattern. It traveled up from deep underground, traveling from the soles of their feet straight into their spines.

An Ork Spotter standing on the wall had just thought about poking his head out to see what was coming when the uninvited guest beat him to it. A massive, terrifying mechanical head peered directly over the top of the wall.

The head of the Ender Dragon Titan crested the barrier, revealing itself to the Greenskins inside.

A few Gretchin who had been playfully fighting burst into tears. Looking as if their toes had just been stomped on, they wailed and scattered, fleeing back into their trash-built shanties.

No wonder they say the Wall of the Beast is troublesome. Zeke looked at the towering wall of war. Only by relying on the sheer height of his Titan could he see what was happening inside.

"Let’s do this."

The Ender Dragon Titan’s right arm slowly raised. Zeke prepared to dial up the power output and blast the Wall of the Beast wide open.

"Ain’t no way yer smashin’ our gate!" A glider, spewing black smoke and looking like it might spontaneously disassemble mid-air, suddenly banked in from the side. The mismatched iron plating on its fuselage clattered wildly in the wind.

The Stormboy piloting it stood atop its back, strapped with a belt entirely made of colorful, bizarre contraptions. He jumped right off. The firework-like rig strapped to him abruptly ignited, propelling the Stormboy straight up along the Titan’s arm. He scraped past the mech’s cheek and flew backward into the sky.

The sound of his screaming gradually faded as he plummeted, leaving only a fading wail: "Flew too far! Somebody save meeee!"

That was only the beginning.

A swarm of Stormboyz, piloting their own rickety gliders, lunged from all directions. Some slammed directly into the armor and bounced off; others were lucky enough to land in the seams between the plating.

They triggered the propulsion devices strapped to their bodies—some were literal fireworks, some were ripped paragliders, and others were just compressed springs.

Zeke cast a cursory glance. Dozens of little green dots were buzzing erratically in front of his viewscreen.

These Stormboyz clearly had some sort of ’understanding’ of the Titan’s structure. They were searching for something.

"Right ’ere!" A Stormboy landed on the back of the Ender Dragon Titan’s neck and hollered at the top of his lungs. "I’s seen da blueprints! Da cockpit is inside ’ere!"

"Wot blueprints?!"

"Da ones I found in da scrap heap!"

"Can we trust ’em?!"

"I fink we can!"

Hearing this, a mate next to him decisively whipped out a crude, buzzing drill. Sparks flew wildly as he dug in, then he jammed a crowbar into the seam and pried with all his might. The armor plating didn’t budge an inch.

He jammed it in again. Still nothing.

"I fink we might be zogged," the Stormboy muttered.

As if to answer his realization, the entire world abruptly tilted.

The Ender Dragon Titan sprang into action, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks against the Wall of the Beast. The violent movements shifted the armor plating, violently flinging the clinging Stormboyz off into the air.

Before the fists of a Titan, the hardest defenses were merely a matter of taking a few more punches.

Under the combined assault of Zeke, Dante, and Yarrick, the Wall of the Beast swiftly surrendered. An entire section of the wall finally collapsed inward, kicking up a dust cloud that blotted out the sun. It flipped the Greenskins and their fortifications right off the top, crushing them into the crowded structures below.

The three Titans were the first to stride through the gap.

Zeke’s voice came through the vox again. "Yarrick, inform the ground forces. They are clear to advance."

The soldiers began to cheer wildly, a wave of high morale sweeping through the ranks. The commanding officers quickly reined in their troops’ emotions; everyone had a mission, and everyone had a job to do.

Meanwhile, in a secret laboratory, Ghazghkull Thraka could hear the deafening crashes echoing from the steel plates above his head.

This definitely wasn’t a structural failure of Ork architecture. Something was violently breaching the outer perimeter. Without a doubt, the offensive of the Imperial humies had arrived.

Ghazghkull pondered the state of the battlefield. Taking the external combat reports handed to him by a Spotter, he remembered the dream he had last night—a dream where he had the absolute snot beaten out of him. The sense of foreboding in his heart intensified heavily.

"Wot in Gork’s name are ya doin’, Orkimedes? Can ya speed it up?!" Ghazghkull stomped across the trembling floor, approaching a group of Big Meks led by Orkimedes.

They were in the middle of repairing a humming, vibrating engine.

This engine of war far exceeded current technological levels. It had ceased functioning millennia ago, right after burying the Primarch Vulkan.

Orkimedes had sworn up and down that he could fix it, but Ghazghkull still harbored doubts.

"If we don’t get sumfin’ proper killy workin’ soon, we’s all gonna get zogged!"

Ghazghkull wasn’t just fear-mongering. He had looked at the reports of those three terrifying Titans. Even if he pulled out every single Gargant and Mega Gargant he had, it wouldn’t be enough to last a single round against them.

"I knows, I knows! Ain’t I tryin’ my hardest ’ere?!" Orkimedes grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Orkimedes still hadn’t grasped the severity of the situation, Ghazghkull grew so furious that he simply kicked the engine as hard as he could.

BOOM!

The power supply to the entire laboratory suddenly severed. The engine erupted in a flash of fire, followed immediately by billowing thick smoke.

"Wot did ya do?!" Orkimedes screamed.

Ghazghkull remained planted in place, staring at the thick smoke. The smoke glowed with an eerie green light, gradually forming the visages of two massive Ork faces.

Immediately after, the iconic, enraged roar of Gork and Mork echoed directly into Ghazghkull’s ears.

WAAAGH!!!

A startup sequence whined to life. Miraculously, the engine resumed functioning.

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