Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 847

Chapter 842, Breath of Dragon Spear

. “Twelve o’clock!” Modler’s psychic message was remarkably clear amidst the roar of the bolter. As his longsword pierced the wall, the desecrated reliefs suddenly shrieked.

Taishichen swiftly swung his weapon, unleashing a fierce and precise volley from the under-hung heavy bolter machine gun on his Terminator armor, shredding the incoming greenskins, along with several heavily armored warriors, into shreds.

By this point, they had breached the outer defenses of the mobile fortress and entered the interior.

The outer assault didn’t last long. Even though the greenskins deployed numerous troops to block the attack, the humans deliberately set them in a deadly position, completely surrounding the mobile fortress from all sides and attacking from all directions. Furthermore, with powerful orbital support, any greenskin troops stationed outside the fortress were destined for death. The

first to penetrate the fortress were those who, following Taishichen’s orders, attacked the armored factory from the south.

They successfully completed their mission in their Dragon Elephant fighters and established a defensive line within the fortress, drawing numerous Greenskin attacks, even Uru himself.

They certainly wouldn’t be foolish enough to attempt to kill Uru with their lone force.

After suffering a small number of casualties, they withdrew.

Though repulsed, they not only destroyed the Greenskin factories, which were constantly producing new armored units, but also successfully created an opening for other friendly forces to attack.

As they withdrew, Tai Shichen’s main force, along with more human forces from other directions, penetrated the interior of the mobile fortress.

As they advanced towards the fortress’s core, they battled the stubborn resistance of the Greenskins and destroyed any Greenskin facilities they encountered in their current area.

This act of destruction was undoubtedly meaningful.

This massive Ork mobile fortress boasted formidable firepower and formidable defenses, and also served as an arsenal. It was essentially a Greenskin Ork construction pieced together from numerous mechanical cores captured on Forge Worlds.

The fact that it could even function and even unleash such formidable combat power was truly incredible. However, Orcish technology wasn’t simply perfected after a brief thought. On the contrary, despite its ingenious ideas and miraculous logic, it still suffered from crudeness and low reliability.

Damage to its key components, destroying its “magic” elements, would quickly lead to the collapse of Orcish artifacts.

Shortly after the human army entered, sections of the massive mobile fortress could be seen peeling away from it due to damage to key nodes.

While far from complete damage, it clearly revealed that the humans were gradually dismantling the Orcish fortress.

Tai Shichen himself had also arrived at the location of a crucial war engine within the mobile fortress.

He could clearly feel the pulsing of the massive machinery beneath his feet.

The section of the war fortress where his troops were currently stationed was likely a war engine, constructed from heavy forges looted by the greenskins. Ork technicians had crudely connected the forges to their war fortress using crude welding techniques. Such crude welding

shouldn’t have been effective, by definition.

However, the greenskin master technician pondered for a moment and decided that if it worked, then it would.

The roar of steam pistons mingled with the screams of human skitarii. They were the skitarii who had rushed in first, and had failed in their mission.

But no matter, Taishichen was here.

His Terminator boots rolled over the skitarii’s broken mechanical tentacles, sending an unsettling tremor through the adamantine armor beneath his feet. The forges, modified by the greenskins, were operating at full capacity. Ork technicians had forcibly connected the skitarii’s neural interfaces to the reactor control system—now each twitching mechanical corpse was a living fuse.

“Prepare for directional demolition!”

The technical sergeant’s incinerator melted the safety valve, revealing the wriggling green nematodes within—bio-cables pumping fungal spores into the power circuits.

Tai Shichen tore through the fungus-infested cables in the control panel, and the roar of the furnace suddenly became a bestial roar. The entire chamber suddenly tilted 45 degrees, and the gravity field generator was transformed into a trap. Several warriors, unable to secure the locks in time, slid towards the slag discharge port.

It was a trap.

Above them, a multitude of greenskin orcs suddenly emerged in ambush.

Who says greenskins have no brains? They targeted the furnace war engines, deliberately causing the skitarii, who could have escaped long ago, to scream and draw the enemy closer, then trigger the trap.

Laughing, they raised their weapons and opened fire on the human troops below who had fallen into the trap.

The Librarian deployed a psychic shield, blocking the heavy bombardment.

But at that moment, everyone saw hell—a twenty-meter-diameter cascade of lava surging below. Greenskin technicians had transformed the reactor’s cooling system into a killing machine.

“By the Emperor!” Modler slashed his palm and smeared the blood on his sword. Psychic flames burned back along the gravity field generator circuit. The entire furnace suddenly roared like a dying beast, and the tilted chamber regained its levelness with the harsh grinding of locked gears. The screams of an ork tech-master echoed from the ventilation duct—its spine had been welded to the control system.

Taishichen seized this fleeting opportunity and shoved a melta bomb into the main power pipe.

The torrent of lava that would have cascaded down upon them was now diverted and sent further upwards. The greenskins, who had just laughed, now roared in terror, unable to do anything, melting one by one in the molten lava.

“Keep pushing!” Taishichen roared in unison with his bolter.

He shattered the fragile joints in the cooling system. Behind the crumbling husk, a terrifying fusion of flesh and machinery was revealed—the Ork’s Great Technician had welded itself to the core of the furnace, and the fungal colonies growing on its spine were transforming the entire reactor into a biological weapon. As

the Terminator Guards used their thunder hammers to smash open the final blast door, everyone smelled the familiar scent of blood.

The chamber they had entered was writhing.

The floor was a hardened fungal mat, and human skulls protruded from the walls, their teeth snapping and snapping. Ork technicians had transformed the vocal organs of fallen Skitarii into sirens.

They were on the verge of destroying this war engine.

At that moment, Modler’s psychic sword suddenly plunged into the ventilation duct, pulling out a screaming Fart Scout. The little monster, covered in data plugs, was crushed to a pulp by the gravity hammer before it could explode. The Librarian

noticed the gleaming metal box on its spine—a communicator repurposed from a human skull.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, turning to Taishichen and saying:

“Uru knows we’re coming.”

“Just as I intended.” Taishichen raised his hand and ordered the troops to halt their efforts to destroy the war engine.

When Taishichen entered the mobile fortress, his primary target was the orc general Uru.

While destroying the war engine was certainly important, against an enemy like the Orcs, killing their leader was a higher priority.

Killing Uru would naturally follow. It’s possible

to simply destroy key fortresses one by one without killing Uru. Given the current advantage humans hold, victory is inevitable.

However, this approach, tackling them piece by piece, would require the sacrifice of countless troops.

Attacking such a powerful mobile fortress, even with a tenfold advantage and unilateral orbital support, would incur heavy losses. The

only way to mitigate these losses was to slay Uru.

Without their leader, the Orcs’ combat effectiveness would plummet. They might even engage in internal fighting or flee the fortress to deal with the greenskins outside, making it much easier to deal with them. Uru

, on the other hand, had to prioritize defending his mobile fortress and maintaining the offensive capability of his army. When a crucial location like the Furnace Engine was attacked, it was natural for him to come personally—just as he had previously led the team to deal with the Space Marines invading from the south.

If Taishichen had destroyed the Furnace Engine too early, Uru, without his target to protect, would certainly be in pain, but he might not have come.

Therefore, preserving the Furnace Engine was the key to “luring” Uru over.

And as expected, Uru arrived.

He brought with him his most elite forces:

his Black Orc Guards, his Heavy Guards, his “Little King Kong” group… all accompanied him and arrived.

A brutal battle ensued between the most elite forces of humans and orcs at the Furnace Engine.

Each of these heavily armored warriors possessed combat prowess at least equal to that of a Space Marine. The Black Ork Guards could easily single-handedly take on a veteran fully armored in Terminator armor. Even the smaller dreadnoughts, with bodies vastly larger than even the Space Marines’

Dreadnoughts, rampaged across the battlefield. The elite Skitarii accompanying Taishichen suffered heavy casualties. It was only with the Space Marines’ subsequent entry into the fray that the situation shifted, bringing this localized battle towards equilibrium.

Meanwhile, Uru’s personal involvement significantly shifted the balance of victory towards the Orks.

His individual strength was too immense. No Space Marine could stand a chance against him. In a single encounter, veterans, Terminator veterans, or accompanying Mechanicum or Alliance Army knights were swiftly destroyed. This was

the significance of the unrivaled warrior.

However, his personal involvement also served as a clear target for Taishichen and Modler.

After each dispatching their respective foes, the two exchanged a glance, then, acting in unison, engaged the terrifying beast.

The Dragon King’s Spear Chapter Captain’s Honor Guard led the charge, deliberately separating the Black Orc guards surrounding Uru, creating an opening for Taishichen and Modler.

Uru clutched the blood-drenched corpse of a Space Marine in his claws.

He turned to look at Taishichen, casually discarding the body and scoffing, “You’re here to die again!”

The greenskin warlord’s sonic weapon rattled the steel beams, and the dark green liquid from the rocket fuel tubes on his back spontaneously ignited in the air, forming a web of flames that enveloped the entire space.

Modler’s psychic energy arrived just in time to help the Chapter Captain block the attack.

But the Ork Warlord, cunningly, emerged from the cover of his fire net and launched a fierce magnetic chain, breaking the Librarian’s psychic protection and continuing to smash into Taishichen.

Taishichen remained completely focused. His phase sword severed the incoming magnetic chains.

Simultaneously, he suddenly deactivated his jetpack, freefalling, and with a sudden, close-quarters attack on Uru.

The flash of his weightless sword was deflected by the Ork Warlord’s axe.

The two engaged in ferocious exchanges, the seventeenth collision in a split second shattering the floor.

Uru’s power claws left five melt marks on Taishichen’s breastplate. As the Chapter Master rolled to avoid the blow, a melta round grazed the Greenskin’s left rib.

At that moment, both sides clearly recognized the other’s strength.

Uru was completely excited.

Meeting a formidable opponent of equal strength was truly exhilarating for an Ork.

The thrill of battle even briefly overcame the already unfavorable situation.

Uru was completely focused on a good fight.

Taishichen, on the other hand, wore a solemn expression.

He now understood why Ricardo’s final assault on the Orc Warlord had failed—his Third Captain was no match for the Orc Warlord.

Even if it were him, in a fair duel, his chances of winning would be barely 30%.

The Orc Warlord was indeed powerful.

But…

who would challenge him in a duel?

Even though Taishichen had recently felt that his personal strength had become even stronger and improved significantly under the blessing of some mysterious power, he was still not a battle-crazed person.

He pursued victory, not the form of victory.

Modler’s psychic chains suddenly emerged from the shadows and wrapped around Uru’s ankle. The Librarian maintained the psychic confinement with blood flowing from all his orifices, and the chains were corroding into a green mist from the greenskin’s blood.

Taking this opportunity, Taishichen not only retreated, but after gaining some distance, he ripped off the dragon tooth pendant hanging from his chest—it contained the Chapter’s sacred relic, the Breath of the Dragon Spear!

(End of this chapter)