Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 175 Countermeasures

Drago and Howard rushed into the charging legion of greenskins. Looking down from above, the orcs were like layers of advancing waves, and Drago was like a white salt pillar on the sea. Under the impact of the tide, it not only did not collapse, but instead split the sea in two.

Drago used his great shield and pauldrons as ramming horns, charging through the greenskin legion. No battleboy could halt the enraged Grey Knight's charge. Orcs who tried to stop Drago with their bodies were either hurled into the air by Drago or crushed into a green sap beneath his feet. The orc boys' swords slashed against Drago's shield and armor, causing the swords to curl and crack. Clubs and hammers broke upon them, and ordinary shells and explosives proved unable to even shake the giant.

However, Drago's blade of revenge could easily harvest the heads of these greenskins like cutting leeks. The orcs were like leeks. Once one batch was cut off, more orcs would rush over shouting "waaagh".

Howard, who was put into the holster, was thrown all over the place. Fortunately, Drago consciously turned the side of his body with Howard hanging on it towards the inside of the giant shield when he collided. Otherwise, under such intensive firepower attack from the greenskins, Drago would be fine in his Grey Knight Terminator armor, but Howard might have died.

Soon, after the armor on his feet had been completely soaked in the blood of the orcs, Drago finally reached his target. That was the tallest orc in the greenskin legion. It was almost five meters tall even without the mecha, and he himself had been transformed into a more brutal war machine. Both of the orc's hands were chopped off, one was replaced with a machete covered with red rust, and the other hand was equipped with a strange hand cannon and flamethrower. The orc's jaw seemed to have been damaged and was now replaced by a steel thing like a giant mousetrap.

The big orc discovered that Drago was targeting it. It raised its arms, which had turned into a war machine, and roared. Then it activated the flamethrower in its left hand, spewing thick smoke and flames at Drago.

Drago did not dodge. He raised his shield to block all the flames and heat. The flames spewed out by the big orc could not even blacken his shield. Instead, the flames were separated by the shield and burned many fighting boys around him.

But in a moment, Drago rushed to the big orc in the flames. Before the orc could react, Drago raised his knife and easily cut off the orc's head.

It's true that he couldn't defeat Freya Drago, but he could still easily deal with a small orc.

The orc who was suspected to be the leader was eliminated with one blow, but the combat effectiveness and morale of the orc army did not seem to be damaged at all. More orcs rushed up with roars, and Drago responded with the same roar. Then, he determined the next target: the huge war catapult in the center of the orc army.

"Wait! Wait!" Howard tried to dissuade the legendary figure who was obsessed with killing: "You'll never kill them all if you keep doing this!"

But at this moment, Drago didn't care about what Howard said. He raised his sword and shield and rushed towards the new target again. In Howard's view, he felt like he was riding a roller coaster in a water park. Drago was the front of the roller coaster, and those greenskins who were knocked to the ground by him and whose limbs were bleeding were the huge splashes caused by the roller coaster passing through the pool.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang like thunder, and Howard felt Drago's body tremble violently.

What happened? Did the roller coaster crash into the mountain?

Howard bravely stuck his head out a little and found that he had really crashed into the mountain.

However, what Drago crashed into was a mountain of scrap metal that was emitting black smoke and making clanging sounds. This was the siege catapult of the orc army. Drago's collision directly lifted up one side of the catapult that was as tall as a hill. Then the catapult began to fall back, and the lifted side slammed heavily into the sand again.

But after all this back and forth, the axle and keel of the catapult were broken, and this mountain of scrap metal began to crack and collapse, with all kinds of strange, huge and sharp parts falling down. But Drago went against the flow, exerted force with his feet, jumped onto the roof of the catapult, and then killed the orc driver who was still trying to get the catapult back in operation with a clean and decisive knife.

After dealing with the orc pilot, the orcs on the ground had no time to climb up, and Drago finally had time to catch his breath.

The final blow he delivered to Freya drained all his strength, but he wasn't like a battery that needed to be recharged once its power was depleted.

Although he and Freya had nearly lost their lives in a conflict, Freya had indeed treated him well before the conflict. According to Drago's estimation, the meal he had at Freya's house would allow him to avoid having to look for food for at least a month.

If he hadn't sacrificed the scripture on the shield in the end, it would have been a profit to go to Freya's territory.

But now, when he was fighting against the orcs, he did not use any psychic power at all. For him, the physical strength consumed by this level of fighting was not even as much as the physical strength recovered.

After just two breaths, Drago's strength had basically recovered. He looked into the distance and couldn't help frowning.

At the end of the distant land stood a dark city with a huge forging factory and towering towers. It was the orcs' base camp. From outside the city, a green tide spread all the way to his feet.

This put Drago in a dilemma. It wasn't because he was afraid of fighting, but because the Grey Knights were positioned more like an elite force, usually facing fewer but extremely dangerous enemies. In other words, the Grey Knights were better at dealing with bosses.

But now, looking around, he saw soldiers all over the ground. If he didn't use his psychic powers, it would take him a while to clear them out. Moreover, in front of an orc army of this size, his speed in killing orcs was probably not as fast as the speed at which the orcs he killed could crawl out of the ground.

Of course he knew that there must be one or several orc battle bosses in the big city far away. Killing those battle bosses would effectively curb the spread of orcs.

But through Drago's eyes that could see psychic energy, he saw that the big city was covered with a strange blue-purple energy shield. It was a bit difficult for him to break through the shield with his remaining psychic energy, not to mention the orc battle boss whose strength was unknown behind the shield.

The Orcs' Battle Boss is the planner of every Orc War. The larger the scale of the Orc War, the stronger these Battle Bosses will be. When the scale of the battle reaches a certain level, a super leader will be born from the countless Battle Bosses. The super leader is called a warboss.

Warbosses are very powerful, and some can even compete with the Primarchs.

Therefore, now neither clearing out the small soldiers nor attacking the enemy base alone is a good option for Drago.

Finally, Drago remembered the mortal who had been hanging around his waist.

"Mortal, from what you say, do you know how to deal with them?"