A Hardcore Game (Gamer/40K SI)

Chapter 7

tri2

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The wind roared in my ears as I watched the ground steadily grew closer to me till I pulled the straps of the parachute listening to the 'fwoop!' of the chute as it unfurled from its pack and lurched as the chute caught the air and jerked my body to a slow fall.

Thankfully the skies were clear of any ork fighters and the landing zone was cleared of any orks as well. However, looking back behind me I could see the smoke stacks of the advancing ork horde and following that horde back their route of travel I saw could barely make out, even with my enhanced vision, the outline of a small mountain, a rok. I was near a ork landing site and in between them and their target. I did not have a lot of time to prepare, maybe a hour or two at their current rate.

My mind raced as I debated on what to do. Fight? Run? Hide? I sure as hell can't fight an army by myself, yet. Run? Run where? The hive? The hives fall with only Yarrick's side of the world holding out for space marines and he was pretty much on the other side of the continent. Hide? Seems like the only option. Underground as everything above ground was choked with poison and had absolutely no cover. The whole damn terrain was nothing but small hills and plains, nowhere to hide above ground. Also with my luck the orks would still somehow find my hiding spot and siege me. At least I can't starve to death if that happens. A idea came to me, why not do both, hide underground while running by digging towards Yarrick. Better than just hiding or just running.

That meant I was going to have to make the tunnels defensible just in case. They would have to be cramped. The tunnel's size would keep any big orkoid species from coming down or surviving the fall with the tunnels filled with traps meant to take out any that would make it down, if they discovered the shaft entrance. Things such as snotlings, gretchins, and squigs. That should allow me to work with enough of a headstart to constantly keep one step ahead of them as long as I could keep up my predicted digging speed.

The world began speeding back up as I got out of planning mode and as soon as I was just high enough to survive the fall unharmed I inventoried the chute and began falling. In my hands a shovel formed from a blur of rapid hand movements and blue sparks, one in the style of Krieg and made entirely of adamantium with a monomolecular edge. As the last of the light faded I landed shovel first into the ground and the dirt evaporated under my feet as my hands blurred with inhuman speed. A adamantium shovel hard enough to handle inhuman amounts of force with a edge that made even bedrock feel like soft butter, combined with both my Digging and Melee Weapon Mastery which combined increased my base attack speed by 305% on top of increasing the damage rating of the shovel itself by 255%. I practically swam through the earth at jogging pace even as I inventoried the loose soil and packed the top of the shaft with 10 feet worth of compacted dirt, hopefully enough to survive the passing of the horde without breaking if my math was right.

In less than a minute I was already over a 100 feet down below the earth and quickly began digging towards the east, following the mental blueprint I already had in mind. The walls of dirt faded and behind me reinforced frames of wood with tiny temporary lanterns were hung even as spiked traps and automated buzzsaws were installed behind me with the occasional flamethrowers and shaped charges were placed to clear out the tunnels later, of either the corpses or the tunnel itself. On and on this went, hours passed like this in the silence of the dark with only the sound of the crafting and digging I did to keep me company.

Eventually I stopped, my ears perked for noise as I felt a ripple of vibrations through my boots. Again the ripples came with more and more coming one after another, it was the orks there were above me now, marching in such numbers that even this far down the very was shaking with their presence. In addition to the constant shaking from their march various louder shakes could be felt, were they firing at the ground? Now was the moment of truth to see if the shaft entrance held up or if I was going to have to fight some orks after all.

I held my breath, even though I did not actually need to breath anymore except as a reflex, and there with a falling sensation in my gut was a screech. A screech of something falling down a hole getting louder. Rubble. The entrance of the shaft was discovered and broken! I quickly began getting to work again, only to stop as a Quest appeared.

QUEST CREATED!

STAND AND FIGHT! THIS FAR AND NO FURTHER!!!

YOU ARE UNABLE TO ESCAPE FROM THE ORK WAGGGGGHHHHH!!!

YOU ARE UNABLE TO HIDE FROM THE ORK WAGGGGGHHHHH!!!

YOU ARE ABLE TO STAND AND FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE!!!

GOAL: SURVIVE

OPTIONAL GOAL 1: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 2: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 3: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 4: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 5: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 6: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 7: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 8: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 9: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 10: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 11: ???

OPTIONAL GOAL 12: ???

REWARD: LIFE! AND DEPENDENT ON QUEST GOAL COMPLETION PROGRESS

PENALTY: DEATH!

ACCEPT OR DENY?

What? What do you mean I can't escape! The orks are hundreds of meters behind me! There are enough traps there to stop an entire army of gretchins and another army after that! Do you not see how fast I am digging you crazy system! Why the hell would I have to turn around and fight them! UNGREY THAT DENY BUTTON!

A roar of 'WAGGGGHHH!!!' from a multitude of high scratchy voices followed by growling echoed down the tunnels alerting me that the enemy had arrived. Snarling I accepted the Quest and proceeded to get myself ready for battle. My clothes instantly disappearing only to be replaced by a set of black power armor with a white helmet. A design used by the Sisters of Battle that luckily the Gamer System considered to be gender neutral when crafting, allowing me to wear it without any stupid gender restriction stopping me. This would grant me much needed defense and some measure of strength enhancement even though it would obviously not be to the extent of astartes power armor given their most likely higher base stats allowing for greater stress from stronger enhancement systems.

The adamantium shovel in my hands disappeared in a shower of blue sparks as it was recycled and then proceeded to be recrafted by me for tunnel fighting while taking advantage of my skills. Where once I held a very hard shovel, now I was wielding in two hands a very hard shovel spear. I was going to take advantage of being able to combine skills to maximize my chance of surviving. It was something I realized when digging. Digging with a melee weapon like I was attacking the dirt let me combine the bonuses from the two skills. So how about I dig into the enemy with a melee weapon instead? It was certainly worth a try and if not then I still had the boost from my Melee Weapon Mastery skill.

As I was crafting for those few short seconds my notifications kept pinging me nonstop even as the noise from the tunnel entrance continued. Many many enemies were dying to my traps consisting of everything from spike lobbers to lasguns on full auto whose triggers were pulled and stuck closed by trip wires and glue.

DING! YOU GOT 250 EXP POINTS X5!

DING! YOU GOT 450 EXP POINTS X7!

DING! YOU GOT 250 EXP POINTS X4!

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DING! YOU GOT 600 EXP POINTS X12

Nice to see that traps made by me gave exp for deaths.

"WAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Now I could clearly hear the sounds of the enemy as they gotten closer to me and past most of the traps. What was worrying was that it sounded a lot deeper and there were at a lot more explosions that I remembered setting up.

I was not idle of course, during the time they spent making it to my current location I used my shovel spear to quickly enlarge the end of the tunnel into a small cave 30m in diameter as I just needed a lot of space and did not have to worry about moving the dirt. I just smashed the dirt around me as fast as I could to quickly loosen them up and cause them to fall around me, only to end up falling into my open inventory screen. All around the cave I had set up clusters of hotshot lasguns all controlled by a primitive firing system that I could remotely trigger. In addition I prepared another surprise for the orks in case they actually do cause me to use those guns something they would definely not enjoy. All of this being insurance in case I was pushed all the way back by the orks and needed something to delay them long enough for me to start digging my way up and out of current tunnels.

I hope to the God Emperor that orks were like the stories and were actually killable with just head shots to the heads with las guns. I crafted 6 hellguns and proceeded to glue 3 of them all together and combined the triggers, giving me 2 tri-linked hellguns. Man, if a tech priest saw me now they might just murder me before the orks do.

Ok, I prepared what I could for now. Time to start pushing back against the orks and hopefully survive.

'Good thing I made the tunnel straight.' I thought to myself as I attached my shovel spear to my back via mag locks and hefted my two monstrosities. Standing at the cave entrance I could see the glint from the red furious eyes of the orkoid race and instintively used Observe on the largest one and the one next to it.

ORK BOY STATS AVERAGE (YOOF)
STRENGTH: 900 (200)
CONSTITUTION: 300 (100)
DEXTERITY: 50
INTELLIGENCE: 5
WISDOM: 5
LUCK: 5

'Well shit. That's just a boy! That's a lot of CON! How the hell did he fit in the tunnel! Fuck it!' I thought to myself in slow mo as I realized that my chance of surviving was a lot lower than I thought and this was going to be my first actual fight.

"DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!" I roared aiming down the tunnel and pulling the trigger; grinning as a storm of blinding red laser death filled the tunnels along with the screams of the orks, the smell of burning flesh, and my crazed mechanically filtered laughter as the tunnel fight began.
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AN: Here you go enjoy. Now forget whatever you saw before! (゚д゚;)
 
Chapter 8

tri2

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As the last word of my curse left my lips my entire world slowed down to a crawl. The benefits of having a high intelligence score was showing themselves once more as my mind began running at a furious pace; processing all the sensory data from my body at such a rate that it gave me a form of bullet time.

I watched as the lasers from my cobbled together tri linked hell guns instantly impacted the near immobile ork at the front of the column in a shower of blood and gore. Above his head was just just his name, level, and HP bar with no numerical values on it. Ork Boy Level 8, just a level EIGHT ork with physical stats at least 3 times higher than me. They truly are living bio weapons. I had let loose with both guns aimed at it's head as judging from the incredibly high Constitution stats it would take multiple hits to take out all of its Health Points. This was actually going to be the first time I was going to be fighting another living being since I got into this universe. I was fortunate enough to somehow avoid any confrontation back on Golgotha so while it did keep me safe it also left me woefully in the dark regarding the combat system of my System. I already figured out that this Gamer System was not a one for one match for the one from the manwha, but I still did not know the full extent of the changes and all the ways to exploit it.

One way it was the same though was the fact that Observing equipment like weapons and armor did not provide me with a damage or armor rating so I actually had no real way to test out the damage or damage resistance of an item. I knew from reading the Ciaphas Cain novels that las pistols could kill orks with head shots and lasguns could blow off limbs with a single shot so I stayed cautious and did not try shooting myself in the foot or something in case the sci fi weapon was somehow strong enough to instantly kill me since my whole body was essentially a giant hitbox. A downside of the Gamer System is that while you could be vaporized with a giant whole in your chest you still would not die or be at less than 100% as long as you had a single Health Point left. It also meant that an attack anywhere on my body was essentially the same as long as it brought my HP down to Zero. Though that might not be true for my head as that might count as a critical strike or something. In short if a weapon strong enough to kill me in one hit touched me anywhere I would die.

Now that was because I had the Gamer's Body skill, but how would HP work with others? They did not have the Gamer System or the skill to live life like a video game. So just how would damage and HP actually reflect in a real fight? They had stats like me, so was their toughness and health like how the system represents me? Oh I hope not, but I was soon about to find out.

The ork boy at the very front of the mob charging down the tunnel, overly large muscles scraping the edges of the walls, breaking off pieces in showers of dirt. He was wearing a breastplate of scrap iron, with most likely a squig leather pants, and lugging a large scrap axe, dragging it against the walls. His mouth was wide open mid roar showing his multitude of sharp crooked yellow teeth, while his eyes burned red with rage and bloodlust. Every bit of him was large, intimidating, and radiating power. It looked like nothing could bring it down with its thick leathery skin clad as it was in thick metal scraps.

I was immediately surprised as he was instantly gunned down as two trio of highly energetic red beams impacted his head and caused it to pop like a balloon. His HP bar above his head going from full to empty faster than even I could see. His death was confirmed as I heard the Ding! of a notification. I did not see a indicator of how much damage I did as my mind raced to adjust my strategy as it seemed I had grossly overestimated the actual difference between my weapons' and the enemies' stats.

One hand tossed a gun into the air while simultaneously the other began aiming at the position the ork's head would be behind the one I just killed. My free hand began to enlarge the inventory screen that I opened in front of me and push it flat against the ground. Once done it reached back up and caught the trio of duct taped hell guns even as the first ork's corpse was halfway down to the ground. Time to see if my inventory could accept items I did not drop in myself and if corpses counted as items.

I activated Sprint closing the distance between me and the corpse just enough so that the corpse would land square in the inventory screen. As I did so I pushed my right hand up and over the falling body and let loose another trio of high energy blasts at the head of the ork behind it, a grin slowly forming on my face as another Ding! was heard. If all the orks were this easy to kill with a hellgun, then this was survivable, and this meant I could level up really, really quickly with the sheer amount of orks I could bait into coming at me one at a time and the amount of exp they gave. I still had to be careful though, if they decided to bombard me with explosives or their warmachines then I would have no chance of survival. I was no space marine.

The fact that I was underground should make that a moot threat, but I did not think that ork boys could fit down here either, orks would find a way. Also they are mad enough to use explosives in a confined space such as this and while the power armor should protect me from the concussive forces I was not going to take that chance. Hell, the flash gits would be the greatest threat funny enough as they just had to aim straight down the tunnel to bombard me with DAKKA. I really should have curved the tunnels when digging them, curse my rush job.

Speaking of ranged threats I mentally open up the crafting menu and quickly craft myself a Rosarius that I immediately equipped, that would keep me safe from ranged attacks and explosives and any ork psykers.

I watched as the first ork I killed finally landed on top of my inventory screen my smile getting wider as I saw it slowly sink into the screen and disappear. YES! That meant I could clear the tunnel easily without having to move the bodies and I could recycle them and their gear for more resources! They were walking loot and experience bags! Wait, loot. Did I have a loot system? Did they drop loot!?

Looking down at the inventory boxes on the screen on the floor I noticed nothing new on the screen other than the ork corpse and its weapon. Are you kidding me? My Gamer System did not have a loot function! I mean sure there was no option in the options menu to control auto loot, but I thought that meant it was stuck on either auto loot or manual looting not that it meant there was no loot at all!

No money! No rare equipment! No skill books! No Outside Context Problem items I could use as trump cards! No healing potions! No mana potions! So many things now out of reach!

My vision tinted red as the realization that I only had the gacha system and the infrequent quests it gave where I had to give up the quest rewards for a gacha ticket in order to potentially get such items! Even then I had no guarantee it would even give me those kinds of items as I refused to give up my quest rewards so far for the tickets due to my low luck making it unlikely for me to get anything good. I thought back to the stat points I had hoarded up to now, should I use it all on luck?

No, I might need it to survive this fight, I might need more strength, health, speed, or even wisdom. I might need the luck too if things get worse.

I channeled my anger into killing the orks in front of me one after another.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Ork heads popped one after another as I rushed towards the charging xenos. The right hand aiming with near supernatural precision taking down the orks with single volleys each while my left grabbed and pushed them straight down to disappear into my inventory screen. Greenskins died by the dozens as every one of them was decapitated via hellgun strikes. Boyz, gretchins, snotlings, and squigs charged at me in a endless wave. I had to stop several times to reload my guns one handed while the other one kept on killing the incoming greenskins. The drain on my stored resources to keep making more charge packs was going to be untenable at this rate, better to save the guns and try melee instead. If the hellguns could kill them with headshots then the adamantium shovel could kill them as well.

I quickly inventoried the emptied hellguns, pulled out my shovel, and proceeded to decapitate the ork in front of me, his eyes unblinking in confusion as it watched its own body disappear even as I charged towards the next ork in line. My shovel became nothing more than a streak of darkness accompanied by whispers of wind as it rapidly sliced through the defenseless necks of the orks that stood in front of me as they were just simply too slow to react to my strikes and those that did have some form of armor fared no better. The shovel's sharpened adamantium edge cut through their scrap armor like water quickly sending them to join the others in my inventory. I advanced step by step with rage in my heart at the lack of loot even though the System kept helpfully giving me Dings! confirming my experience gains.

While killing the orks I entered a bit of a trance state as my body knew what to do from all the levels in Melee Weapon Mastery, I could instinctively wield my shovel like it was a weapon and not just a regular hard shovel. I could anticipate the attack, defense, and movement of the orks from just their body language and muscle movements. I knew how to defend, parry, and attack for maximum effectiveness while maintaining economy of movement. I never really had this kind of feeling from using guns with Ranged Weapon Mastery, but this required me to use all my muscles and using techniques I was forced fed by the data slates. Before I had learned all the skill I needed to fight in CQC, but now I actually KNEW how to fight in CQC.

The fighting also gave me some perspective. I was just above peak human. I was nowhere near the levels of space marine in stats using the orks for comparison. They could match and in some cases outmatch the orks in stats, but they also had the skills and experience of combat veterans supporting them as well along with equipment of the highest quality. They could massacre orcs by the dozens before being brought down in a straight fight. They were beings on such levels that only 100 of them were needed to take over entire planets. They were also overwhelmingly outmatched by the enemies of the Imperium. Daemons, Necrons, Tyranids, Dark Eldar, Eldar, Orks, Krorks, C'tans, GODS, normal psykers,and numerous xenos races that could turn space marines into lunch easily.

I was nowhere near strong enough to survive a single run in with any of these foes that were to the space marines, as the space marines were to the Orks, like how I was currently to them, and they could be literally anywhere I go. At any time Chaos could unleash a warp storm and flood the world with Daemons unending, or a Dark Eldar raiding party could assault the planet and take me to Commoragh as a slave or worse. At any moment the planet could be an awakening tomb world, or some stupid Eldar Farseer would drop a army on top of me to prevent some stupid vision where I would fight them only to make me hostile in the first place. Tyranids could shut down Warp travel and consume the planet I was on, though that last one was a relatively low risk considering they have yet to properly enter the galaxy. Genestealers were still a dangerous threat however, considering they ate Terminator Space Marine Veterans for lunch.

In the end, I was too damn weak, and I hated it. I hated being so damn afraid. I died once already and now I was even more scared of dying since I knew what awaited me here after Death. I had a System now, I should be able to overcome anything, but here I was fighting in the tunnels against a endless army because I was too damn afraid to stand out and be more active in growing stronger.

Well no more, I was going to kill every single one of these greenskins, loot their bodies, devour their experience, and become a damn physical god that even the C'tans would give a nod at. I was going to become strong enough that I would not have to be afraid of anything else in this galaxy, not Inquisitors, not Xenos, not Chaos, nothing! With rage filling my veins I decided here and now I was not going to keep running from all of my problems. If my problem was a lack of strength, then I was sure as heck gonna fix that right here! Right now! And thank you Orks for your donation to my cause! I will kill every last one of you!

With that final mental declaration the world paused and a Quest appeared.

QUEST CREATED!

FOR TOO LONG HAVE YOU RAN AND HID FROM THE DANGERS OF THIS GALAXY!

NO MORE!

NO MORE SHALL YOU RUN!

NO MORE SHALL YOU HIDE!

NO MORE SHALL YOU FEAR!

NOW YOU SHALL WALK DOWN THE PATH OF POWER!

NOW YOU SHALL FIGHT BACK AGAINST THE ENEMIES THAT PLAGUE YOU!

NOW YOU SHALL TAKE YOUR DESTINY INTO YOUR OWN HANDS AND MAKE YOUR OWN FATE!

GOAL: ACHIEVE ABSOLUTE STRENGTH AND SECURE YOUR PLACE IN THE GALAXY AND PEACE OF MIND!

OPTIONAL GOAL 1: DEFEAT THE CHAOS GODS

OPTIONAL GOAL 2: DEFEAT THE NECRONS

OPTIONAL GOAL 3: DEFEAT THE C'TAN

OPTIONAL GOAL 4: DEFEAT THE TAU

OPTIONAL GOAL 5: DEFEAT THE ELDAR

OPTIONAL GOAL 6: DEFEAT THE DARK ELDAR

OPTIONAL GOAL 7: DEFEAT THE ORKS

OPTIONAL GOAL 8: DEFEAT THE TYRANIDS

OPTIONAL GOAL 9: REVIVE THE EMPEROR

OPTIONAL GOAL 10: RESTORE/REVIVE/RECOVER THE PRIMARCHS (I-XX)

OPTIONAL GOAL 11: REPAIR THE IMPERIUM

OPTIONAL GOAL 12: BECOME A GOD

REWARDS: ???

PENALTY: A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH

ACCEPT OR DENY?

I immediately accept and get back to work murdering greenskins with a single thought on my mind.

'I will become Strong' I then proceeded to use the skill I never thought I would use, but there was no better time to grind it.

"Berserker" My vision became Red and my ears filled with nothing but Screams.

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AN: Sorry for the wait, hope you guys enjoy this, next chapter will be a interlude from other POV's and things story wise hopefully should be moving faster.
 
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Inquisitor 1: Horst POV

tri2

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Inquisitor 1: Horst POV

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Inquisitor Horst hid a sneer as he watched the obese and deranged planetary governor Alkazere the XXIII lambaste the head of his personal guard for once again failing to finding any useful information on the person who defaced his so called 'monument' and on the person behind the theft from the tech priest's temple in his city. The governor could do many things as long as his tithes and duties were upheld, but even he had to bend when the Martians were out for blood. Which they certainly were given the reports of numerous arrests and interrogations being performed around the hive city. Tens of thousands of tech priests along with tens of millions of skitarii across the planet were combing both the city and its data networks in search for any clues on the identity of the perpetrator that the magos had labeled Heretek Hexus Maximus Alpha. Normally the fact that a thief managed to steal from the Adeptus Mechanicus would have been hushed up and dealt with silently. However, the tech priests revealed to him that the thief didn't just steal from the temple, he or she had copied the entirety of their data archives. Every single scrap of data from dictionaries to all of their STC templates.

When he was informed about the true scope of the theft, as most just assumed the thief had stolen some expensive holy equipment or a few important files or at most a single STC, he was shocked to say the least. All of the STC's were copied from their archives. That meant there was a literal treasure trove of data in someone's hand that could be used to basically create their own empire with the right industry. Everything from lasguns to escort sized starships data were in the hands of the enemy with the possibility of all that data being copied and sold to uncountable numbers of people with ill intent towards Humanity. This was a very dire situation and explains just why the Ad Mech were so blatant with their attempts at tracking down the thief. This was by the far the greatest black mark against the Adeptus Mechanicus since the Horus Heresy. The only consolation was the fact that Golgotha was not a forge world so it did not contain even more powerful and advanced STC templates merely the more common patterns that most industrialized worlds had access to. Then again, if the thief could steal everything despite a forge world's formidable defenses without an army the Imperium would have an bigger problem to deal with.

While he was of the Ordo Malleus he immediately offered his services as this was a grave situation that warranted his assistance. Initially he came to this planet to speak to his Squat contacts for leads on a target he was pursuing in this region of space, but then he was attracted by the events surrounding...ugh 'The Glory of Alkazere' even thinking the name caused him discomfort. How in Terra's name the fat bastard managed to complete that monstrosity of resource wastage, yet still manage to pay this tithes boggled the mind. He was going to have to send some of his agents to investigate the local Adeptus Administratum to make sure they properly assigned the correct tithe levels to this world.

Where was he? Right, he was attracted by the ridiculously large bounty for something that normally a governor would just find out with their own intelligence networks. The fact that the governor himself could not find the one responsible indicated that the situation might have been more interesting than it first seemed and he decided to take a look. He landed on the planet with his current retinue: a sanctioned psyker by the name of Rosalia Themondo her appearance hidden under her robes and mask, an enginseer with a predilection for minor tech heresy called Zyphus Cin his twin mechadendrites waving lazily in the air in preprogrammed search patterns designed to look innocuous, a twin pair of Catachan jungle fighters Bellow and Lung Stutsman their heavily muscled bodies towering over the others and bare to the world to see much to the displeasure on several nobles and to their interest on others. His group was quickly granted and audience with the planetary governor once he had shown his identification codes.

He will cherish the moment the governor saw him as his face paled even under the heavy amount of makeup he had used. Alkazere had quickly explained the situation without hiding anything as he knew better than to try to lie to an inquisitor. He then proceeded to examine the area himself to try to acquire a trace with which to follow. When he saw the trail of destruction left among the waste of resources he immediately became suspicious. He could immediately tell that none of the damage was caused by any weapon he could identify except one. Fists. Except the imprints left behind showed that they were regular sized unarmored fists, imprints left behind by such fists in solid high quality rockcrete!

He had immediately thought of a mutant but the blood work showed no trace of any mutations, in fact it was purer than anything the enginseer had ever seen with absolutely no trace of corruption or mutations, and immediately demanded that the person be captured for study as soon as possible. So the target was a purely normal unaugmented human that could somehow damage rockcrete with his bare fists and judging from the total amount of blood found being enough to die from shock, be able to rapidly recover from blood loss.

Inquisitor Horst had then decided to resort to more esoteric means and proceeded to use his psyker powers. He opened his senses to the Immaterium and read the traces of the past along the currents of the Warp that drifted through the area. He had spent several hours traversing the length of the trail with psyker Rosalia using her own powers to help ward his mind against the occasional daemon that probed his defenses.

His mind had caressed every nook and cranny of that alleyway all the way to the end, stopping several times whenever he had detected a stronger than usual trace of...something. It was very strange, when he was investigating with his powers he could not find the usual traces left behind by people who lingered in places. Even servitors left more traces in the Warp then this person. Was it because of their genetic purity? Something to figure out when he finally caught the person.

Luckily he had gathered enough samples of the person's traces to begin tracking them, or at the very least, be able to recognize where they have been and if he was close enough he would be able to recognize them. It should have been simple thing yes? Just follow the trail, but the trail stopped at the edge of the sudden drop from the damn vanity project and subsequent searches revealed no other traces nearby, meaning the person somehow manage to get transport off the place. That transport happened to be the house guard transport where a trace was found, but that ended up as a dead end as no other trace leaving it was found.

So he was forced to manually comb the several levels of a hive city to try to locate additional traces much to his annoyance. Of course he did not forget to send a message to the his Squat contacts in their underground quarters within the nearby mountains asking them for the leads toward his original target and to keep an ear out for the target of Alkazere's bounty. In the end Inquisitor Horst spent over a month fruitlessly searching to no avail for any traces, it did at least cut down on the places the person could be.

Then, this theft occured. The first indication it happened was when he saw an entire group of skitarii breaking into a house across from him and dragging out the occupants kicking and screaming. That was how he got into contact with the local ruling techpriests and got informed about the current situation.

The tech priests tracked the flow of information the instant it had started leaving the temple and had found the remains of dozens to hundreds of destroyed husks of advanced cogitators of an unknown design. The trace eventually led onto the edge of the Underhive inside an abandoned room where a large destroyed cogitator sat. According to enginseer Zyphus the data did arrive there and stopped there, meaning the data was stored and taken away. However, forensics showed no one leaving the area within the last month that would have access to the resources or tech to create such a machine. However, Inquisitor Horst discovered something even more important and shocking. A trace from the unknown person who was in The Glory of Alkazere. The person behind the theft was same person he was looking for this past month.

Other than the entire system of relays and destroyed cogitators, the tech priests hunted down and captured hundreds of criminals and minor hereteks and interrogated all of them with extreme prejudice. All of them easily divulging what they know to avoid suffering at the hands of the maddened mechanical worshipers and the fact that they were told to simply give it up should they be asked for reasons apparent soon after.

All of them revealed the same story, willing or unwilling.

All of them were approached by a masked man with a voice changer, with only a single commonality between them, a black outfit, a smiling mask, and an alias, Tri2.

Inquisitor Horst looked down once more at the dataslate containing an artist's depiction of the man described from multiple confessions before they were executed or turned into a servitor.

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At every relay, every cogitator, every location that he attended the arrest of the heretek or criminal, his traces were there. His paths were clear. He did all of that recently.

A little over 2 months, to set up an operation of this scale and complexity. To hire so many unsavory individuals, strangely enough not a single was found with the taint of Chaos, and to coordinate them all together for an assault on the main Adeptus Mechanicus temple, for almost nothing.

Yes, the man had copied all of the temple's data, but that was the thing. Copied. Not destroyed or deleted. All the industrial sabotage, attacks on the tech priests, and alarms? Superficial in nature with everything easily fixed within the hour with no major critical damage and none of the tech priests were even slightly wounded. They were merely lured out from the temple and delayed.

This was the action of an enemy, but the way they went about it to avoid destruction and death made it very strange. Just what was this man's goal? Why did he cause such damage before this?

He had immediately began tracking the trails left behind, but quickly ran into another problem. He was not sure how tri2 had done it, but in the time that he had searched the other adjacent levels of the hive city, before he discovered the skitarii search teams, the man has somehow traveled across its entirety several times with various paths crossing each other causing the trails to tangle and mix like a ball of string.

He spent months getting rid of all the trails that led to either just dead ends, transport cars, and hidden rooms where the criminals and hereteks were found. He eventually tracked down the main trail to the off world merchant district on the initial level where he first started! The hacker was hiding under his nose all along! The trail led to a bustling restaurant into the back of the kitchen with none of the staff being the one he was searching for. A quick interrogation of the owner had him revealing that one of his staff went missing a few days before he arrived. A few of the regulars had informed him that the arbites had recently passed with a transport wagon, rounding up people for recruitment for a war and a few think they had seen the janitor getting caught.

Needless to say he was quite...incensed. All his effort only for the idiotic obese wasteful corrupt planetary governor to literally steal his objective right from his grasp.

Now here he was in the governor's palace waiting for the planetary governor to get rid of his guards in his idiocy in pursuing for the criminal that he already recruited into his own damn armies.

And as if on cue the governor yells at the head guard to take most of his men and to go back out to search for the culprits. As soon as the door slammed shut, leaving only the governor and what's left of his personal house guard, he stepped forward, his retinue behind him and behind them were a group of tech priests along with two dozen skitarii guards.

Alkazere the XXIII put on a obviously fake smile as he waddled over to the Inquisitor Horst in what he probably assumed was a noble and graceful manner.

"Inquisitor. How could I help the Inquisition today? Did you make any progress in your own search?" Planetary governor Alkazere the XXIII asked completely ignorant of the hell that awaited him.

With a barked binary command the two dozen skitarii immediately disabled and neutralized the nearby guards shocking the soon-to-be-ex planetary governor.

"W-what is the meaning of this Inquisitor?" Alkazere backed away in fear looking around at his defeated guards before remembering the rest were just sent away from his palace.

"You are hereby under arrest for the numerous crimes of embezzlement, tax evasion, fraud, kidnapping, murder, theft, assault, battery, corruption, and most recently the abetting of the criminal that stole from the Adeptus Mechanicus."

"There must be some mistake Inquisitor, I am innocent of all those crimes, especially that last one! I do not even know who is the one responsible!"

"You still actually did help him escape my pursuit, and that is a grave crime indeed EX-governor Alkazere. Take him away, and get whatever useful information you can out of him."

Inquisitor Horst ignored the screams and cries of the condemned with a trace of satisfaction and catharsis in his heart as he faced the tech priests who had began interfacing with the ex-governor's data systems to retrieve the information they required.

"Well? Where was the recent regiments that were raised being trained?" Inquisitor Horst asked a tech priest holding a data slate.

"Inquisitor, it appears that all recent regiments raised recently, which includes all new conscripts within the past few days, have been penal legions and have been already sent as part of the Armageddon Reinforcement Fleet yesterday. They were allowed past the planetary lock-down on account of a priority order from Segmentum Command for reinforcements. Target designated Heretek Hexus Maximus Alpha will be at Armageddon."

Inquisitor Horst felt the stress and annoyance from the past six months come to a boil as his vision went red, his eyebrow twitched, and his self control broke a just a bit.

"FFFRRRAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"
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AN: 4 More Interludes To Go. Enjoy the early update! A REALLY EARLY update.
 

UberIguana

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"You are hereby under arrest for the numerous crimes of embezzlement, tax evasion, fraud, kidnapping, murder, theft, assault, battery, corruption, and most recently the abetting of the criminal that stole from the Adeptus Mechanicus."

Cue 15 decade legal dispute between the Arbites and Inquisition about whether breaches of the Lex Imperialis count as heresy and are therefore under the purview of Inquisitors. In the end they decide it does count as it is the Emperor's law, so breaching it is heretical. No judgement on the individuals involved is passed as all evidence has since disappeared after being found to be heretical and the witnesses are either dead, missing, or servitorised.

Several years later a similar case from a couple of millennia ago is discovered, wherein it was found breaching the Lex Imperialis is not inherently heretical and the case is reopened. It is still being reviewed nearly four centuries later. All those involved in the latter judgement were executed for improper filing of legal documents.
 

Rodon

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No judgement on the individuals involved is passed as all evidence has since disappeared after being found to be heretical and the witnesses are either dead, missing, or servitorised.

Including the governor, due to the lack of rejuv treatments and the improper filing of meal requests for two months for the governor. Due to a combination of suddenly filled meals requests once the issue was found and a slight error in the cleaning servitor's programming, the governor's skeleton was removed with the rotting food during the normal monthly cleaning cycle. It was accidentally reduced to components and mixed in to the local servitors' food supply.

5,000 servitors had to be purged due to potential corruption and destroying evidence by consumption.
 
Interlude 2

tri2

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Commissar Yarrick POV


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Commissar Yarrick frowned as he looked down at the holotable in front of him taking in the new information constantly being updated from the hive defense's augur arrays. The roar of several explosive detonations could be heard in the distance as another wave of Orks were being annihilated by the thousands of entrenched artillery platforms all across the outer edges of the hive. The holotable rapidly switched from various engaged fronts showing unending tides of hundreds of thousands of screaming greenskin brutes supported by hundreds of looted trucks, tanks, and walkers charging the lines of defenses set up outside the hive proper.

The hive was defended by its own walls armed to the teeth with many brave guardsmen ready to do their duty and die for the Emperor supported by the thousands of heavy weapon and artillery positions. In addition to that were a series of trenches protected by a minefield and tanks all positioned according to how Commissar Yarrick predicted the Orks would attack based on what they saw of his defenses. He intended to take advantage of their psychological need to always head towards the toughest fight and purposely made a single point easily attack-able and very heavily defended. The screams of dozens of fury interceptors and marauder bombers flying through the air pierced through the din of the war going on beneath them. They in turn were engaged by hundreds of crude Ork fighters and bombers made from a assortment of rusted junks and scraps bashed together into a shape of a plane. Most of them should not have been able to get into the air let alone stay in one piece, but the impossibility was made possible somehow by the Orks.

Commissar Yarrick gave a constant stream of orders to the forces at the front in response to the ever changing field of battle as some fronts held, others broke, and others retaken. To his satisfaction more of the latter and former, and less of middle was the order of battle for today. A mystery to him till the latest high altitude high risk scouting mission pilots returned from their mission and gave him new information of the surrounding area and more information came from the other surviving hives.

The Orks were on the move. Everywhere. Not towards one of the hives, but away from them, towards the Plains of Anthrand, south of the Hive Death Mire. Entire tribes were seen diverting from their original destination and in some cases literally turning completely around in order to travel in that direction.

Something was drawing the Orks.

Something in a area where no Human construction or presence was officially reported.

What was more important, more defended, and more importantly, more deadly than entire armed hives guarded by hundreds of regiments full of guardsman with artillery, tank support, and air support.

What in the Emperor's Holy Balls was killing the Orks better than them?
 

mrttao

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OH NO! I SENT YOU TO THE WRONG UNIVERSE AND I CAN'T GET YOU OUT!
I am highly amused at this development. an oopsie by a not omnipotent being who can't really provide further assistance so you are trapped in 40k certainly has better stakes than a ROB who can manipulate the world freely.
Just floating in this silent was both comfortable and terrifying.
this silent should either be "this silent space" or "silence"
Gamer's Mind: Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through. Allows peaceful state of mind. Immunity to psychological status effects.
I just snapped as the rest of the night roared in my mind of the mindless endless walls and my situation coming back to me. Stuck in 40K universe, separated from my family, my mom, my dad, my little sister, my grandparents, everyone.

I snapped and roared as I just kept throwing punches at the white wall in front of me as I vented out all my frustration and fear into it.
MC literally should not be able to "just snap" and throw a tantrum.
Because he has gamer's mind.

Considering how often you have the MC have emotional outbursts, maybe reword gamer's mind skill to be something like "lesser gamer's mind" with reduced effects?

oh also the willpower skill should have been redundant since the original gamer's mind explicitly protects against bordom allowing han jeehan to spend months at a time grinding without rest. But that again fits with a reduction to lesser gamer's mind
Guess I had to climb out of hear
hear = something you do with ears
here = a location
Inquisitor Horst felt the stress and annoyance from the past six months come to a boil as his vision went red, his eyebrow twitched, and his self control broke a just a bit.

"FFFRRRAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"
Amusing
 
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ATP

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Fixed that for you. You know, I never got why people wanted to save the Emperor, his plan for the Empire was doomed from the start. Even the Cabal knew that.
True enough.His crusade motto was "burn all churches and pray to computers" Everybody not stomped by orks would fight it - becouse you either burn all churches, or made state religion.praing to computers in the name of atheism was silly.
Back to topic - i like story,but dude need SoB waifu,Eldar girlfriend, or - preferable - harem full of boths.
 

ATP

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Harems are terrible for writing, they only barely work for smut and even it requires a few caveats (work better with visual aids, each one is unique, and if the total numbers are relatively limited).
True enough.Author must have possible explanations why both Eldar and SoB want be X waifus,and more importantly - why they not murder each other.
But - there were excellent explanation in old pulpmagazines for everything - "thanks to herculean Strenght of Will, X did z/in that case,get harem/
 

Yinko

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"thanks to herculean Strength of Will, X did z/in that case,get harem"
But in those cases they actually showed characters with incredible strength of will (Conan being the ur-example) as opposed to just stating it. This is a LitRPG story, stating the characturistics of the protagonist is the entire point of the story, and we have already seen that he does not exhibit the kind of spiritual character required to build a harem.
 

ATP

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But in those cases they actually showed characters with incredible strength of will (Conan being the ur-example) as opposed to just stating it. This is a LitRPG story, stating the characturistics of the protagonist is the entire point of the story, and we have already seen that he does not exhibit the kind of spiritual character required to build a harem.
True enough.To made story more plausible, MC should not get any girlfriend, or only one.He is designed to get more dakka and gain points, not girls.
 
Interlude 3

tri2

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Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka POV


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"WWWWAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The air was filled with the sound of explosions and gunfire and the roars of countless orks. Heavy footsteps from millions of feet, tires, and treads raced across the open field shaking the very earth itself as a massive green hoard of death and violence barreled towards its destination.

On top of a gargantuan mound of scrap and junk, beaten and molded into a large idol like structure, a gargant, stood the form of a massive ork nigh on 5 meters in height or about 16 ft clad in slabs of heavy metal releasing streams of pressurized gas as the pneumatic pumps and motors granted the ork enhanced strength. One arm it had a large powered claw that crackled with blue electricity that looked ready to rip apart anything that was caught in its grasp while in the other arm a massive double barrel gun with barrels large enough to shove a grown man's head into let loose a stream of flashing rounds into the air as the Warboss roared inciting its fellow orks into a even greater state of frenzy.

"C'MON BOYZ GORK AND MORK SAYS THERE'S A PROPA FOIGHT 'ERE!!" Ghazkull screamed releasing another stream of DAKKA into the sky. He was having a great time fighting and killing all the humies in one of their heavily defended hive cities when he suddenly felt his whole body lock up and stared straight up at the sky. For anyone watching the warboss they would have noticed a stream of green lightning coursing through his body and his muscles bulking visibly just a bit before he regained his senses. Ghazgull had always claimed to have been able to hear the voices of Gork and Mork, but this was the first time he saw and heard them so clearly.


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"GO HERE AND KRUMP THIS GIT!"

His mind was bombarded with images of a humie wielding a shovel dressed like one of those humies that fought them outside the cities. Doesn't really look like much of a fight. Who was he to say what was a better fight than Gork and Mork? If they were talking about him he must be a good fight, and so he immediately directed all of his boyz and sent out commands via speed freaks and talky things to the rest of the tribes on the planet to tell them to get over here and immediately began marching off to his new fight. He had sent a vanguard made of speed freaks and trukks ahead of him to make sure they found the one the gods wanted krumped.

Less than a day later and he received a message from his talky thing saying they found a hole after feeling like Gork and Mork told them to shoot at the ground. It wasn't a big hole but it was deep. So they tossed in some flaming gretchins and snotlings down there to see the bottom. When that failed they started burning and tossing in some yoofs and more snotlings and gretchins....and then some flaming squigs cause why not.

Eventually they got bored of that when none of them responded and they could not hear any fighting so they just shrugged and decided to solve the problem the only way they knew how.

Hit it really hard.

So they shot at it with all their guns, rockets, and cannons. They just kept shooting at the hole until turned into a giant pit in the ground and formed a ramp all the way to the bottom revealing a small tunnel. Several bands of ork boyz charged down into the hole before the nobz could order them to and watched as they all realized that tunnel was too small for anything bigger than the yoofs to enter. So they threw gretchins at it, literally. They kicked the gretchins into gear and told them to start digging and making the tunnel bigger.

Meanwhile, the rest of them grew excited as they started hearing sounds of DAKKA and explosions and screams coming from the tunnel and no one coming out. Excitedly they ordered in more gretchins, squigs, and boyz to charge into the whole. Dozens of greenskins gleefully charged into the tunnel only to not return with only sounds of more gunfire and explosions and screams from even further in the tunnel.

So this process repeated over and over while the gretchins got to work enlarging the tunnel so that larger orks could fit in even as the efforts of the orks entering the tunnels did the same with their actions and the occasional exploding squig going off prematurely killing many orks and widening the tunnel.

It was to this scene that Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka warboss of the orks of Armageddon arrived to see. A massive pit in the ground sloping down to reveal a tunnel large enough for a nob to walk into with 2 digging machines on the side made by the meks on site out of a few of the trukks making their own tunnels along side the one that was found, with the surrounding area turned into a ork war camp. Buildings and towers were being constructed all over the place as orks began their own instinctive and barbaric means of organizing supplies and command chains. They were all eager to charge into the Tunnel of Death as they started to call it after the first thousand orks they sent in did not come out with only a few gretchins escaping screaming about a big killy thing chopping heads off before the gretchins were eaten as snacks for the eager nobs.

Ghazghkull smiled before frowning. The fight was here and given the fact that only a single person was seen and it had already killed a thousand of his boyz it sounded like it was going to be a good fight. As soon as they finished digging the tunnel big enough for him to get in of course.

So 1 week later, a hundreds of thousands of orks disappearing into the tunnels with no survivors, 3 new tunneling gargants made, Ghazghkull was ready to go in leading his boyz. He already had to krump a few nobs that got a bit too uppity for his tastes. Even then he could not stay long, unlike the rest of the orks he was smart enough to still pay attention to the rest of the humies on the planet, they were beating the rest of his boyz back on the other side of the jungle since most of them left to join him on his gods given mission. That meant it wouldn't be long till the humies got another army together and smash them from the back while they dealt with this target.

Ghazghkull smiled, stupid humies, it didn't matter how many armies they made, they would all fall to his claws just the same.

Ghazghkull began to bellow out orders to the gargant crew to start up the digger when all of a sudden the tunnel entrance exploded in a shower of gore, viscera, and explosives.

A vast dust cloud erupted from the tunnel as well covering the entrance and the orks surrounding it.,,,and then a blood thirsty roar erupted from the smoke and not from a ork's throat. It carried nothing but the promise of Death.

Ghazghkull squinted at the cloud his bionic eye whirring and beeping as it tried to pierce the cover to see what was going on within.

Roars of orks erupted from within as they began to charge something and the sound of DAKKA filled the air as they let loose in every direction hitting the orks around them outside of the cloud as another sound could be heard.

It sounded like a chainsaw and sparks and a whooshing sound.

Very quickly, much too quickly, the roars of the orks died off completely and from the cloud leapt a large red figure that landed in the middle of the mob further away from the tunnel and began quickly slaughtering them with every swing killing one, two, and sometimes three orks. Limbs were quickly parted from their owners flying high in the air with blood gushing from the stumps briefly before the sturdy ork physiology sealed the wounds nigh instantly. Ghazghkull noticed that the limbs seemed to disappear along with their gear when they hit the ground like it sank into water.

Ghazghkull finally got his first clear look at the enemy his gods wanted him to fight as the mob surrounding his goal disappeared literally into the ground leaving the thing unobstructed and he was excited.

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Now THIS was something worth fighting! It looked like a space marine, but it was not as big, but it was FAST. It had already killed off all the orks in the hundred strong mob along with the nobs he placed in charge of it, their heavy armor and shields doing nothing to slow the humie down, and humie it was, he could feel it. This, this humie, this shovel user, this Shov'ler was dangerous, in the time it took for him to blink the Shov'ler leapt across the distance between him and one of his looted tanks before spinning around and extending his shovel, flying right past the top of the tank and continuing on to murder the orks behind it even as the entire top of the looted leman russ tank fell off at an angle with a clean finish.

Ghazghkull roared with laughter at this amazing fighter, this was going to be fun! But first a little test.

"HEY! BOIZ SHOOT THAT GIT ALREADY!"

Obeying their warboss' command every single ork, vehicle, and mech pointed at the Shov'ler and opened fire with everything they had, bullets, lasers, electricity, cannon shells, rocks, missiles, gravity beams filled the space around the Shov'ler instantly vaporizing the orks and the vehicles around it as an entire WAAAGGGHHH's worth of DAKKA filled the space around them especially with the combined fire power of several gargants and stompers added into the mix. For a few solid minutes the storm of DAKKA did not end as any gun that emptied was quickly reloaded and resumed firing. The orks launched literally everything they had at the Shov'lar to the point that the orks that were completely out of ammo in grabbing range resorted to tossing their choppas and rocks at him just to continue shooting.

It was beautiful, almost enough to bring a tear to many a ork's eye. Slowly the amount of DAKKA petered out as the amount of ammo in immediate grabbing distance depleted and the gretchins were sent off to grab more from their ammo piles. Only a few weapons were still firing, those being the guns that were energy weapons fed by their reactors or orks that had larger stockpiles of ammo next to them like the flash gitz.

Ghazghkull felt a little bit of a disappointment that he did not get to personally fight the git that had the gods themselves give them their own personal attention as someone that could do something like that doesn't come around often, but then again they just shot a lot of DAKKA so it was all good.

Just he finished that thought the red git suddenly leapt from the cloud of destruction looking only a bit scuffed on his paintjob! He idly noted that it seemed to look a lot spikier and had a lot more bits and bobs on it. Also by leapt he really meant he leapt as the Shov'ler leapt from ground level, across several hundred orks, using several as foot rests before leaping and tearing his way into a gargant!

His shovel easily tore through the meter thick armor protecting the belly of the gargant as a tunnel practically appeared instantly in the armor and the Shov'ler disappeared into it. Ghazghkull could hear the underboss in command of the gargant screaming orders to get him out of his ride. Not even a minute passed before the whole gargant began going up in flames as the various gun ports exploded, setting off the ammunition stockpiles which created a cascade effect causing the gargant to erupt like it was doused in squig oil.

Far more easily then it should have the entire gargant began to groan and collapse in on itself as if it was deflating and could no longer support its own weight. The orks below it roared even louder and proceeded to charge into the burning falling gargant even as some of them were crushed by the falling pieces of scrap coming off the destroyed gargant or were outright burned alive by the intense flames.

From all around the rest of the orks began charging towards the burning scrap mountain pushing each other out of the way or underfoot in order to be part of the group entering the fight.

"RAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!" The roar of the humie could be heard reverberating from the inside of the gargant as more sounds of ork DAKKA and battlecries joined it.

Ghazghkull watched with interest as waves after waves of orks entered the burning wreck far more than should actually have room to fit in it, he should know, he had to kick out a lot of gits that keep coming into his ride. Guess that meant the Shov'ler was killing all his boyz, and that was just not right.

"OI! TURN THE BIG LIFTA AT THAT GARGANT! WE GUNNA DROP IT!" Ghazghkull roared into a series of pipes that led down into the various compartments of his personal gargant the 'ead breaker which was equipped with something special, a lifta dropper. Basically a giant magnet to lift and drop things with.

With a loud groan of steel and rust the massive monument to ork engineering and jury rigging sluggishly turned on its massive tracks while a large yellow arm with a giant comical magnet attached to the end of it deployed over its shoulder and pointed at the burning wreck of its sibling gargant. Ghazghkull laughed as he pulled a big red lever and laughed harder as a visible distortion came from the magnet, crossed the distance between it and the gargant wreck, and proceeded to slowly lift the whole thing up along with everything else around it like gravity took a vacation.

Up and up everything went higher and higher into the sky and then a series of sparks and fuses blew out in front of Ghazghkull from his control panel much to his anger even as he watched the pile of junk, orks, and orkish vehicles fall like rain from the sky with a loud earthquake inducing bang.

*RUMBLE!*

The area went silent as many orks were knocked off their feet either by the shockwave or the unsteady ground that rattled many of the vehicles and their unsecured cargo and occupants. Ghazghkull waved away the dust from his face only to immediately turn to the gargant next to his as it's proceeded to explode in a tower of green flames and lightning. Looked like its power source blew the warboss idly noted as he saw the red git burst out of the chest of the mech with pillars of flames erupting out behind him.

Now how the zog did he get in there when he dropped him with his lifta droppa?

Though that didn't matter now as the Shov'ler landed in the middle of another mob of his boyz and began taking them apart, literally.

His shovel was moving in a line of blue that cut through anything and everything the boy threw at him, which was mostly them since they were out of DAKKA, and that just wasn't right. Every ork that got within a few meters of the git quickly lost their head, arms, feet, or all of them at once. Not one of them could get close enough to even bash the damn grot's head in. Even his nobs couldn't get closer even when wielding shields.

Looking to the side a bit the warboss watched as a squad of meganobz finally got close enough to take a scrap at the git. Their large muscular frames forged from the results of dozens of heavy fights positively bulged with muscles that let them crush any lesser ork with ease. Then on top of that they had plenty of bits to pay the meks to make them a fine suit of power armor like his own, though not as good of course, he kept all the best bitz for himself after all.

In their armor they towered over their lesser and had enough armor to be walking tank and wielded a twin linked heavy shootah and a massive power claw that crackled with power.

They made their way into the circle of death, where all the bodies kept vanishing into the ground still for some reason, and activated their armor's overdrive functions which boosted all their physical abilities, letting them run far faster than something that big should be able to normally with a jubilant WAGGGGHHHHH!!!! coming from their mouths.

The first ork in the front slashed down with his claw with a roar matched by that of the humie only to immediately lose his head as his claw was deflected downward by the sideways downswing of the impossibly fast glowing shovel which immediately right after changed direction to turn into a upswing that decapitated the meganob before it could even realize its attack missed.

The Shov'ler leapt up atop the falling meganob's body and used it as a spring board as it leapt straight towards the two meganobs behind it spinning like a drill. The two meganobs joined their leader in being a head short as the Shov'ler then proceeded to thrust his shovel out at the last couple meganobz with such speed that to Ghazghkull it looked like a flashgitz shootah was shooting shovels. The two meganobz were quickly filled with holes as their armors failed to stop the shovel from piercing their heavy frames though their power claws were intact.

Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka had seen enough. He was a true ork that loved war, violence, destruction, DAKKA, and WAGGGGGHHHH!!!! He would willingly charge a enemy that was bigger than him, stronger than him, faster than him, shootier than him, and crush them to a pulp for them thinking they could be better than him, but he was not stupid. He only fought if he thought he could win.

That git down there killing his boyz, he couldn't win in a straight up fight against it, no way he was going to tell the boyz that, but that was the truth and he can't show the galaxy the word of Gork and Mork if he got krumped here now could he?

So he did the one thing no sane ork would ever do, he called up the Weird Boyz.

"Oi! Weird boyz! Send that git flying!" Ghazghkull roared with dozens of weird boyz getting motivated by their minderz to get into the thick of the WAAAGGGHHHH!!!

Unlike most warbosses Ghazkull knew the usefulness of the weird boyz even if they had the tendency to explode and kill everyone around them sometimes. So he just made sure to equip them in so much copper that it would not be a problem anymore. Copper head bands, copper staffs, copper boots, copper armor, copper trinkets, enough copper to plate a trukk. Now it was time for all of that to come off as the minderz ripped away all of that so that the weird boy was exposed to the full effects of the WAAGGGHHH!!! energy coming from his WAAAGGGHHHH!!!!

Dozens of weird boyz shouted in pain as their eyes glowed, releasing crackling green bolts of lightning that lashed out at their pain wracked forms, roars of pain echoed from around the WAAGGGHHH!!! as their minds struggled to cope with the sheer amount of energy a WAAAGGGGHHHH!!! this sized produced especially when it had the actual attention of Gork and Mork on it to increase it even further for each individual ork, turning what was normally just a swirling tide of destructive energies into a tidal wave of power.

Visible waves of energy radiated from the weird boyz pushing back those around them or causing them to either explode, turn into squigs, or just combust instantly. As if guided by Gork and Mork themselves 29 weird boyz simultaneously unleashed their power at the large red humie that was at the time still busy slaughtering his way through another pack of slugga boyz, nobz, and a few killa kans being led by a deff dread.

"WAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" came from the mouths of 29 weird boyz as all the pent up energies gathered up from the WAAAGGGHHHH!!! was unleashed at a single target, their mouths spitting out a enormous ball of WAGGHH!! energy 4 times bigger than the ork itself and shot off across the battlefield arcing like a catapult shot leaving nothing but a burnt out withered husk behind.

The Shov'ler stopped for a instant after bisecting the killa kan in front of it along with its gretchin pilot before swiveling his head around fast enough to kill a normal humie with whiplash to look all around him and immediately began trying to flee like the snotling that he was.

Unfortunately he was too late as the massive balls of WAAGGHH!! energies impacted each other at the same time right above where he was just a second ago, which to be fair was about 35 meters behind him now, fast little piece of shit, and the WAAGGHH!! energies formed a massive glowing green Warp rift 30 meters in diameter that proceeded to suck in everything around.

Ghazghkull punched his power claw down into the metal floor plate beneath him as he felt himself getting sucked in despite being so far from the portal. He watched as thousands of his boyz and dozens of his war machines were sucked into the rift with the WAAGGHHH!!! on their lips. His bionic eye focused on his target the Shov'ler as he watched him try to escape this act of Gods. The Shov'ler was leaping along the floor using his shovel to dig into the ground and arrest the pull of the portal steadily getting farther and farther away from the massive portal into the Warp.

Of course it was not to be as barreling down upon the Shov'ler was the rolling form of a looted leman russ as it got lifted into the air, its form bouncing along the ground like some toy. The Shov'ler easily dodged it by leaping to the side and digging in his shovel again only to be immediately hit by the second tank that was rolling behind the first that was covering it from view.

The Shov'ler was clearly hit dead on for the first time that Ghazghkull could see and was sent flying into the air stuck to the tank, his shovel left behind stuck in the ground.

Ghazghkull watched with disappointment as the Shov'ler quickly regained his bearings, immediately scrambled over the tank that just hit him, and leapt for the ground beneath him to try to hold onto it, only to wince as the Shov'ler just missed the ground, his fingertips just barely brushing the dirt before getting sucked right back into the air and into the Warp rift.

Right as the Shov'ler disappeared into the lip of the portal it immediately snapped shut with a flash that both blinded the orks and released a shockwave that caused even his gargant to begin ominously tipping over before it fell back down on its treads. Ghazghkull's bionic eye rapidly recovered and the sight he saw caused his jaw to drop.

Where the epicenter of that warp rift was, was now a crater 150m in diameter and deep enough to drop his gargant in it, and the surrounding was pretty bad off as well, hundreds of thousands of his boyz were dead or heavily injured as the blast fried everyone and everything immediately around it and sent flying everything else that did not.

Ghazghkull immediately started getting to work reorganizing his WAAAGGGHHH!!! figuring out who was in charge next and how many of his boyz and vehicles were left, he still had the rest of the planet to conquer!

He had lost a decent chunk of his WAAAGGHHH!!! in this fight but he felt it was worth it, he had made Gork and Mork proud this day.

As the gargant turned slowly around to head to the nearest hive city to fight again even as the surviving orks, meks, and gretchins got to work on repairing the various damages throughout the gargant and reloading the weapons, Ghazghkull turned his head around and squinted at the crater where the Shov'ler just got yeeted.

It could have been all the explosions from the sucked in vehicles crashing together, but he could have sworn, for just a brief instant before the portal snapped shut, it turned golden.
 
Interlude 4

tri2

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Emperor POV.

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A old man sat on a beach watching the waters ebb and flow.The sky was dark even with the bright moon shining above the horizon. Vast broken and twisted coral like arches stuck out from the water like some kind of giant dead decaying reef. The beach around him littered with dark rocks, some looking melted or unnaturally deformed. Occasionally a glint of gold could be seen before disappearing like a trick of the light.

He sat on a simple wooden chair at the edge of the water in silent contemplation wearing nothing more than a simple white wool spun robe and woven sandals. His head was covered by a hood but dark locks of hair could be seen coming out of it framing his shadowed face. His eyes glittered in the dark with the moonlight reflecting off the water.

In the water several rocks of various colors could be seen. All across the underwater sands were various yellow glowing stones each of varying intensity, stuck fast in the sands unmoved by the tide. Surrounding them were stones of other types being pushed by the endless waves. Sharp stones of red coloring the waters around it the same tint. Green deformed stones with a sickly hue trailing seaweed that latched onto and grew on other stones. Blue stones that seemed to shift through the colors of the rainbow like oyster shells sharing its color with those around it. Pink stones that made loud sharp noises as it hit other stones heard even through the water. Then, there the various other colored stones mixed among all of those, most of them being dull green stones that were light but moved constantly like tiny earthen waves under the waves smashing everything. He could also make out some tiny smooth stones that weaved in between all the various other stones hitting them into other stones. Deeper into the waters an all encompassing shadow creep closer to the shore as the moon slowly dropped closer to the horizon little by little.

Currently the old man was paying attention to one particular stone of a color he had never seen before. It constantly shifted colors as if it could not decide what it was and constantly surrounding it was a dark cloud that made it hard to notice. In fact he didn't even notice it and most likely would not have had it not turned a golden yellow when he was looking in its general direction. He had become intrigued and decided to watch it and then decided to plan and then take a gamble.

The old man reached into his robe and pulled out a handful of golden stones. He did not have a lot of them left, but he felt that it was worth the risk to use one now. Picking out a single golden stone the old man put away the rest and stood. With a flick of his wrist the golden stone flew into the waters causing nary a ripple and struck the ever shifting stone head on as it had just started becoming a mix of red and green that glowed like lightning. The two stones caused a loud smack and a flash forcing the man to squint. As the light died down the stone was gone and the man slowly sat down with a sigh as he resumed looking at the rest of the glowing stones beneath the waves.

Under his breath the man whispered empty reassurances to himself that he did the right thing. If someone was to see the old man now they would notice a tiny golden crack on his face shining through the darkness of the hood.

Looking to his right he sadly frowned at a now present empty chair just like his own before muttering one last thing before resuming his vigil once more.

"What would you have done old friend?"
 

mrttao

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If you are going to switch POV, please do not repeat the same scene as before from that new POV. It is best to show new occurrences instead. (and yes I noticed that the latter portion of the chapter is new stuff, but there is unnecessary repetition early on before reaching that part)
 
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