Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 238 - 239: A Surging Green Tide—One-Eyed A’Rey Requests to Join the Fray!

Under the sunlight, the steel battlements of the Star Tower Spaceport gleamed with a cold metallic luster, their outlines growing clearer.

At the Port

Mechanical arms slowly withdrew after finishing the final refueling and inspection of the Dreamweaver.

It disengaged its docking clamps, engines fired up, and thrusters flared at the rear, propelling it out of the port.

Once it had moved some distance away, a Geller Field shimmered around the hull, and the space ahead distorted into a Warp portal.

In the next instant—

As soon as the Dreamweaver's prow touched the portal, it vanished from the area.

Inside the ship, in the Savior's private quarters—

Outside the transparent dome, a gentle rain fell upon the miniature garden, the patter against the greenery creating a soothing sound.

"This simulated weather system is pretty nice…"

Eden stood at the entrance to the tiny indoor garden, watching the rain. He nodded in approval.

The technology came from that Golden Age farm, capable of artificially producing weather patterns over various ranges.

Mainly used for agriculture.

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But all new technology in the domain underwent Eden's personal test, so the Agriculture Institute had installed a small version here.

That way, even aboard the Dreamweaver, he could enjoy the changing of seasons.

After watching for a bit, he drew the curtain and returned to the soft bed.

"So comfortable… The sound of rain really helps me sleep."

He pulled a velvet blanket over himself, slipping on an eye mask, looking rather at ease.

His tone, however, carried a gritted edge.

He was only pretending to enjoy it. In truth, his main body was still stuck on the Blackstone Throne, getting zapped by psychic arcs.

Even his…manhood was in pain.

"Damn demons… I'll see you all brought to justice soon!"

Eden grumbled that once he handled the Orks on Kanda Star and raised them, he'd dispatch them into the Webway. Then the demons were done for.

He glanced at the time—another half-day to reach Kanda Star aboard the Dreamweaver.

Gritting his teeth, he injected himself with a sedative powerful enough to knock out a Space Marine, then collapsed into sleep.

...

Kanda Star, The Forest

The sun blazed overhead.

Dense smoke billowed, and the clang of metal rang ceaselessly.

All around, enormous trees had been cut down and turned into crude huts.

Inside one hut, a young Ork snored away, drooling and shaking the walls with its snores.

Seemingly dreaming of something, it grabbed a dozing snotling nearby and shoved it into its mouth.

"Waaah!"

The snotling woke in terror, wailing as it struggled to escape. It couldn't break free.

Boom—

Something kicked the hut from outside, smashing it.

The Ork youth was yanked out by a pair of burly hands and beaten on the head.

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Dazed, it woke up, roared in anger—only to get kicked flat again.

A scarred Ork veteran, its hide laced with imposing scars, growled, "Stop lazing about… Gotta fight!"

The moment it heard that, the Ork youth grabbed a stone axe, cheering excitedly.

"Waaaagh—"

Soon, the entire Ork camp was roaring.

They were heading off to attack the human city!

That assault had been planned for last night, but everyone overslept, so it was postponed to this afternoon…

...

Inside the Boss Hut

A massive, three-meter-tall Ork sat on a throne cobbled together from a digger machine. Its body was all rippling muscle, wearing a necklace strung with countless teeth and clad in scraps of construction machinery as armor.

Most striking was a huge yellow metal claw.

Using that formidable weapon, it had become Warlord of the tribe—"Urus Steelclaw."

Soon, a Mekboy scurried inside, gabbling about something.

Steelclaw sneered cruelly and left his hut—the new gear had arrived.

Roar!

Outside, a few bulky Orks were dragging a six-meter-high, more than ten-meter-long Ssglo Beast.

It wore thick plating salvaged from construction gear, faint energy pulses running through cables.

If Eden were here, he'd surely exclaim: "That's the 'armored T-rex' I was picturing!"Indeed, Ork technology was uncanny.

Boom, boom—

The Ssglo Beast let out a fiery breath, incinerating a hapless Ork into a human torch, the poor wretch flailing around.

The beast quickly broke free, charging forward.

Steelclaw snorted, rushing up alone to face the huge Ssglo Beast head-on.

With one yank of his massive claw, he pulled the beast's harness, slamming its head to the ground.

Rooooar!!!

Steelclaw roared back, spraying spit everywhere. His overwhelming presence terrified the beast into submission.

It didn't dare move.

Seeing this, the surrounding Orks cheered loudly.

Steelclaw had just subdued the armored warbeast. He climbed on its back, raised his giant claw, and roared:

"War! War! War!"

In that instant, the entire Ork-occupied forest echoed with howls of excitement.

"Waaaagh—!"

It was the call to war.

Steelclaw tugged the reins, and the armored warbeast carried him out of the forest.

The Orks grabbed their weapons and followed their boss, flooding out of the woods like a green tsunami.

War had begun!

...

Aboard the Dreamweaver, Savior's Quarters

Beep, beep, beep—

A shrill alarm resounded.

Eden snapped awake. That was the call to arms—they had arrived at Kanda Star?

He pressed the bedside button.

"Savior, sir~"

Linda, the head maid, hurried in with several attendants. While helping him change into his electro-weave attire, she reported the current situation:

According to the report, the Dreamweaver had reached Kanda's upper atmosphere.

Right now, Ore City was besieged by a swarm of Orks, and things looked grim.

It was estimated that nearly a million Orks were attacking!

Hearing that, Eden frowned.

A million Orks was no joke. They possessed terrifying resilience and combat prowess.Even unarmored, wielding clubs, they could crush typical armored troopers.

Linda added, "But don't worry, Commander A'Rey has already led the troops into battle."

Eden nodded without further comment.

He had relinquished full command to A'Rey.

He wouldn't issue any orders during the fight, lest it disrupt that "Yarrick-style berserker" approach.

His main job was to stay in the rear and look for a chance to invade and seize control of the Orks' psychic network.

Before long, Eden was in the armory, suiting up in power armor.

This time, the armor was again something of a showpiece, hastily modified.

In simple terms, it was Ork-themed.

Thanks to internal stilts, once fully donned, Eden stood nearly four meters tall—towering, fierce, intimidating.

It had some unique exterior add-ons:

A super-bright, crimson cyclopean visor to blind opponents, and a massive claw two meters long on his left arm.

The outer layer bristled with spikes and toothy decorations.

The paint job? Primarily green, with red and yellow stripes.

It was the typical Ork "loud and proud" color scheme.

Orks believed:

Red ones go faster, Purple grants stealth, Yellow is the craziest, Blue is luckiest.

One glance at that paint job, and an Ork would think: That guy is both fast and insane.

And indeed, in Ork society's "I reckon this must be true" psychic effect, that belief made such paint schemes truly effective.A red-painted vehicle really would go faster!

Eden's goal was psychological warfare.

After all, Orks were a "belief-based," ever-evolving psyker species.

He suspected that was how old Commissar Yarrick overcame the Orks—exploiting their own beliefs.

When the Orks spread rumors of Yarrick's feats, and began fearing him and believing he was truly powerful, he received a boost through their warp-laced faith.

That might be the only way a mere unaugmented human had bested a mighty Ork warboss—even Space Marines would have struggled.

So, who knows? Eden's flashy getup might prove crucial at a key moment.

Fully clad, Eden strode out.

Encased head-to-toe, he looked like a four-meter-tall, terrifying Ork warlord:

The "Ork Version" of the Savior.

He quickly made for the ship's hangar and boarded a lander bound for the surface.

As they plunged into the atmosphere, the rumble of artillery became audible.

The war on Kanda Star had already begun.

A few hours earlier, an Ork horde had assaulted Ore City, nearly breaking through its walls.

Fortunately, A'Rey's forces arrived in time, reinforcing the city.

Now, millions of Storm Army troopers faced off against nearly a million Orks on the plains.

Upon landing, Eden ascended Ore City's hundred-meter walls and used the tower's mechanical scope to observe the battle.

Rumble—!!!

The battlefield was a nightmarish tableau of fire and steel, screams and cannon blasts mingling in a symphony of death.

A tide of green raged forward.

Fearless of death, the Orks charged through gunfire.

Even bullets through their chests or severed limbs couldn't halt them.

Some scarred Ork boys kept charging despite half their brains missing.

"Waaaagh—!"

A vanguard group of Orks strapped with crude explosives launched suicidal attacks on the heavy tanks.

They seemed to relish these missions, racing each other to see who'd blow up first.

For Orks, war was life's greatest joy.

Crash, crash, crash, crash!

Ork boys drove patched-together, smoke-spewing trucks that looked ready to fall apart, rampaging around the battlefield.

They ran over anything in their path, friend or foe alike.

Boss-level Orks in battered metal armor roared as they tore into the lines, chopping left and right.

In the rear, huge makeshift catapults built from logs and construction machinery—painted in gaudy Ork style—hurled boulders at the city walls.

Despite the defenders' anti-aircraft guns and shield arrays, some stones slipped through, hammering the fortifications.

The walls shook violently, fractures forming in places.

"This is insane…"

Eden couldn't help but marvel, even watching it unfold with his own eyes.

Ork "tech" was unbelievably bizarre.

Seriously—catapults that can threaten high-tech fortress walls?

If they built some heavy artillery next, could they bring these walls down in no time?

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The Dreamweaver dispatched a thousand Lightning Strike Fighters and Thunder heavy bombers to attack the Orks' rear lines, destroying quite a few catapults.

But the Orks quickly responded with improvised anti-air, hurling giant stones skyward. Some planes were knocked out of the sky.

They also launched an aerial counterattack.

Riding pterosaur-like Karo Beasts fitted with scrap armor, Ork "flyboyz" engaged the Imperial aircraft in dogfights!

Eden stared in astonishment.

"How are those mount-riding Orks, each beast about seven or eight meters, matching a 60-meter bomber?"

"Damn!" he cursed in the next breath—

Right before his eyes, an Ork flier tossed a bomb-spear that struck a Thunder heavy fighter, blowing it up.

Unbelievable that, in so little time, Orks had whipped up gear rivaling a heatlance or plasma lance in destructive power…

From his vantage in the observation tower, Eden was overwhelmed—not just by the Orks' bravery but their lightning-fast tech upgrades, too.

He frowned.

According to intel, they had started out with clubs.

After looting the mines, using construction machines, they'd improvised some mechanical weaponry within mere days.

If left unchecked for months, they might even churn out heavy power armor.

Sometimes, Ork gear could surpass that of the Imperium.

If they were having fun, their guns and cannons never jammed or overheated—thanks again to their peculiar brand of "psyker engineering."

It was advanced technology encoded in Ork genes by the ancient Old Ones. They hardly needed R&D—just the right conditions for an instant unlock, plus boundless adaptability.

Bonesmasha Sarakka, after all, had easily built Titan-grade war engines.During the Third War for Armageddon that he sparked, even with Space Marine chapters involved, the Imperium lost billions of soldiers.

Luckily, Eden's relief force had arrived promptly. The Orks on Kanda Star were still at a primitive stage.

And Eden had brought special anti-Ork weaponry.

...

On the Battlefield

Second Defensive Line

Several heavy composite brigades assembled, nearly all loaded with super-heavy gear—heavy exoskeleton armor, Sentinel walkers, super-heavy tanks, self-propelled artillery, and more.

As their formation gathered, a wave of cold steel swept toward the green tide.

Even more dread-inducing, most of these composite brigades were equipped with flame-based chemical weaponry—in other words, flamethrowers.

For the carbon-based Orks, that was devastating.

Super-heavy tanks advanced, unleashing thunderous cannon fire.Mounted large-bore flamers spewed jets of flame nearly a kilometer long, incinerating all Orks in front.

Heavy flamethrower squads and Sentinel walkers also belched gouts of flame, scorching everything around them.

A big Ork roast!

Screaming, Orks writhed and ran about, turned into living torches. Their advance stalled, lines pushed back.

"It's working!"

Eden was delighted. Against these fungus-based greenskins, fire was indeed the way to go.

But this was only the opening act.

If he guessed right, his trump card was about to take the field!

On the Ground

Commander of the Storm Army, One-Eyed A'Rey, led hundreds of Space Marines in a direct assault on the Ork core positions.

In squads scattered across the front, the Marines advanced methodically.

Their bolters roared.Fragmentation rounds rained down on the Orks, each shell shredding an unarmored boy to bits.

When the Orks got close, the Marines drew power swords or power spears, dispatching the foes with precise strikes.

But the bigger, armored Ork bosses gave them trouble. Without broader army support, even a Space Marine Chapter could be swallowed by an endless green tide.

Suddenly, a standout figure rushed forth from the Marines' formation—

One-Eyed A'Rey.

He was shirtless, with massive muscles bulging. Over his body he wore a red-and-yellow exoskeleton armor—an adaptation of power armor minus the external ceramite plating and neural links.

Its performance was nearly on par with standard power armor.

Clearly, it had been specially modified to sport a set of hooks and claws.

"Xenos…die!!!"

A'Rey roared, charging headlong into the Ork lines with his power sword, heedless of any flanking attacks.

He tore through the Ork ranks like a man possessed, aiming straight for their core.

In the swirling chaos, he was more savage than the Orks themselves!

Seeing this monstrous, red-eyed figure with a giant mechanical claw, many Orks felt an inexplicable dread.

As if some ancient terror lay coded in their genes.

That terror was real—Commissar Yarrick's legend lived large among Orks, that mortal human they called "Da Big Boss of Humies," who could glare a greenskin to death with his "Evil Eye."

The dread of Yarrick was embedded in their genetic memory.

Though these newly spawned Orks had never heard of Yarrick by name, his shadow had sunk deep into the Ork collective consciousness.

Now faced with a man who looked like a more berserk version of Yarrick, they were bound to be uneasy.

But such fear wasn't enough to break their fighting spirit. In fact, it only stoked their rage.

Because that humie was a strong enemy!

"Waaaagh—!"

A sea of Orks, enough to drown any foe, surged at A'Rey…

(End of Chapter)

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