In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 238: We finks

WAAAGH!

The WAAAGH! field erupted, surging with such extreme intensity that it actually condensed into physical substance.

The Imperial psykers witnessed a soul-shattering scene: two colossal green figures materialized in the sky, unleashing terrifying shrieks.

In the face of the human offensive, the gods of the Greenskins—Gork and Mork—had responded.

Even the ordinary soldiers felt that invisible oppression. Deep within their skulls, it felt as if a massive bell had been struck, the deafening booms echoing one after another. Blood silently seeped from their ear canals, winding down their necks.

"Fall back! All units, fall back immediately!"

The Imperial commander, who had been leading his troops into the breach of the Wall of the Beast, suddenly clamped both hands over his ears. Desperately trying to maintain the pressure balance inside his skull, he hoarsely shouted the order.

This was the power of the Warp—not something mortal flesh and blood could face directly. Sure enough, Gork and Mork would never sit idly by and watch their prophet die at the hands of humanity.

Sitting inside the cockpit of the Ender Dragon Titan, Zeke was barely affected.

Dante and Commissar Yarrick beside him were not so lucky. Even with the protection of their Titans, they were left top-heavy and dizzy, nearly fainting on the spot.

"You two stay back and protect the Imperial troops. Advance alongside them. I’ll scout ahead on my own."

This wasn’t a discussion; it was an order. Before his voice even faded, Zeke was already striding rapidly toward the source of that WAAAGH!

Today is the day. Even if Gork and Mork descend in person, they won’t be able to save Ghazghkull. Zeke casually sent a set of coordinates to Lion El’Jonson, instructing him to deploy the Levitating Pylons stationed on Caliban to this location. Gork and Mork were top ranked gods in the Warp; it was always safer to keep a trump card in reserve.

Heading toward the direction of the psychic eruption, Zeke climbed over two mountains of garbage and finally got a clear look at the scene before him.

The garbage covering the hills and plains was moving. Looking closely, it was hundreds of millions of Gretchin engineers, backs arched and teeth gritted, desperately dragging scrap iron and wreckage.

Sensing the massive footfalls of the Ender Dragon Titan, the little creatures reacted as if their tails had been stepped on, howling and dragging their loads forward with even more frantic effort.

Zeke followed the direction they were dragging the scrap and saw a war engine radiating blinding light slowly being submerged by garbage.

As soon as the scrap metal was piled on, the WAAAGH! field swallowed it like a blast furnace. Driven by that mysterious power, the junk steel twisted, stretched, and melted into surging molten iron. It was immediately molded into rough armor plates and spliced onto a rapidly expanding steel chassis.

The ancient war engine that had once buried the Primarch Vulkan was being modified on the spot into some unprecedented monstrosity.

"Where are da Boyz?! Hurry up, I need some grots to control dis mech! It’s too zoggin’ big!" Ghazghkull’s roar made the very air tremble.

The genius Orkimedes instantly understood: this was an unprecedented mechanical construct, absolutely not something a single Ork could pilot alone. He stared at the spectacle that left even a master technologist like himself dumbfounded. Under such a surging WAAAGH! field, it seemed that even the most absurdly illogical structures became perfectly natural.

"I’z got an idea!" Orkimedes roared at the top of his lungs.

From all directions, Orks piloting Gargants and Mega Gargants rumbled toward them.

"I’ll form da leg!" howled a Big Mek inside a Gargant. He piloted his massive steel chassis to stomp right underneath the iron monstrosity. With a muffled crash of metal, the two perfectly locked together and fused into one.

"I’ll be da uvver leg!"

"I wanna be da head!"

"Da head is mine! Mine!"

"Go eat snotlings! Da head is only for Boss Ghazghkull to sit in!"

Amidst the deafening, heaven-shaking clamor, numerous Big Meks pooled their efforts, and hundreds of millions of Gretchin engineers worked together like ants moving a mountain. An unprecedented junk behemoth was thus formed.

"Start ’er up!"

Following the voices of Orkimedes and Ghazghkull, this massive behemoth—which looked completely incapable of functioning—surged with streaks of emerald green light across its surface.

Electric currents mixed with the WAAAGH! field surged and raged across the steel body like mad snakes. The Big Meks making up every part of the mech began to howl in pain. Those howls collided and fused into a single unified voice.

This mountain of garbage miraculously moved.

It slowly turned, locking its gaze onto the first enemy it could see: Zeke.

"Krump dat humie!"

Thousands of voices overlapped into one. The mountain of garbage took a step, bearing down on Zeke.

"All flash, no substance," Zeke scoffed. The Reaper’s Scythe materialized in his hands.

One of the special effects of the Reaper’s Scythe was its ability to absorb health points to increase its own size and base damage. Since the Ender Dragon Titan was perfectly invincible, the Reaper’s Scythe could be buffed with this effect to grow endlessly, its damage climbing without limit.

So just now, when Zeke watched this junk behemoth take shape piece by piece without intervening, he wasn’t just standing there staring blankly. He was feeding the Reaper’s Scythe, giving it the necessary time to grow.

Now, the Reaper’s Scythe had become so massive that even the Ender Dragon Titan needed both hands to hold it.

Output at 100%.

The Burning One in the energy chamber was being drained dry as Zeke fired on all cylinders.

If he was going to strike, he would use his full power. The Ender Dragon Titan gripped the Reaper’s Scythe with both hands, using the entire weight of the Titan as an anchor and all its kinetic energy as the blade’s edge, sweeping it outward.

The Reaper’s Scythe had already bloated to five-digit damage. Zeke was certain the junk behemoth before him wouldn’t even survive a single blow.

The air currents exploded. The surrounding Greenskin structures were blown hundreds of meters away by the shockwave, showering the sky with falling scrap iron.

The edge of the Reaper’s Scythe touched the behemoth’s body, making contact with the WAAAGH! field coiling around it.

The scene of the behemoth being cleaved in two, as Zeke had imagined, did not occur. The Scythe simply slid right past the WAAAGH! field, hitting absolutely nothing.

A question mark slowly popped up in Zeke’s head. He was absolutely certain his strike had been aimed dead center at the target.

The junk behemoth seized the opportunity of Zeke’s miss. The Orks sitting inside controlling the behemoth unleashed a colossal punch.

Even though the punch clearly just hit empty air, Zeke suddenly felt the scenery on both sides rushing backward. The Ender Dragon Titan plowed two deep trenches into the earth as it was sent flying backward.

How did that hit me? Zeke’s confusion deepened, right until he saw the two green guardian deities standing behind the behemoth.

"We finks ya can’t hit our Boyz."

"We finks our Boyz can send ya flyin’ wiv one punch."

Gork and Mork looked down at Zeke, laughing uproariously.

So it’s because of these two, Zeke realized.

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