From the side, another Ork emerged through the crowd, pushing others to the side and kneeling to the ground next to those who had been killed already.
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Painboy - Lv. 26
| HP: 7400/7400
| Also known as 'Mad Doks' or 'Doks', they are a class of Ork Oddboy that act as the doctors of Greenskin society.
Traits:
| Battlefield Surgery → heals nearby Orks over time
Stim Injection → boosts STR/VIT of allies
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The Painboy was waving a massive, blood-stained "Urty Syringe" and a whirring bonesaw. But not to fight Gerhard... not yet.
"Don't ya worry, boyz! I's gonna patch yer bits right up!" he cackled, stepping over a fallen Ork to try and "weld" a new arm he found onto a corpse mid-fight.
Gerhard walked forward, ignoring the sounds of light rounds hitting his armour. The Ork Painboy was being defended by a few Boyz, who were waiting in line to get surgery, when Gerhard arrived. A single swing with his massive Power Sword sliced through three Orks, splitting their bodies and ignoring their armour.
He reached out his Lightning Claw, caught a choppa in his hand, pulled the Boy close, stabbed him with his Power Sword and then slashed the sword to the side, beheading another approaching Ork. He swung his lightning claw horizontally, splitting several of the Boyz who had gotten too close into chunks of meat.
One after the other, everyone in front of Gerhard was slaughtered, and finally, he arrived at the Painboy. Before the 'smarter' Ork could even start his surgery, a bolter round shot through "Orky know-wotz" brain.
[Ork Painboy defeated]
[+70,000 EXP]
The waves of Orks grew more crowded, forcing Gerhard to take the initiative for the first time. And he was more than willing to do that. He pulled out the Assault Cannon from his inventory, capable of holding it with one arm and fired away.
BBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT---------
[Ork Boy defeated]
[+25'000 EXP]
['Ard Boy defeated]
[Runtherd defeated]
[Gretchin defeated]
[Burna Boy defeated]
...
Gerhard ignored the notifications as he moved the assault cannon from the left to the right, mowing down hundreds of Orks, fueling the flames of their enthusiasm.
"AAAHHHHH"
"WAAA--"
BBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT-----
Gerhard stopped firing for a moment and looked at the death he caused. He nodded slightly, content with the output of the assault cannon.
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[Assault Cannon - Rank: Special]
- Durability: 360,000/400,000 (shots fired)
- Damage: 590 (per round)
- Critical chance: 18%
- Firerate: 4,000 RPM
- Capacity: 12,000
Special effects:
| -50% heat generation
| +25% damage stacking
| +25% firing stability
| ignores 50% armour
| Armour-piercing increases during sustained firing (up to 75%)
| +5% damage per second of continuous fire (max +50%)
| -20% ammo consumption under sustained fire (possible due to [Special Creation])
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"TARGET SPOTTED! BIG TANKY-GIT!" a voice shouted.
A squad of Tank Bustas emerged, their eyes wide with an unhealthy obsession.
Tankbusta – Lv.27
|HP: 7100/7100
|MP: 0
| A specialist Ork warrior who is fixated with the undeniable thrill of scoring a direct hit on an enemy tank. Seeing the Iron Monger makes them itch harder than ever before.
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The Tankbustas didn't care about the infantry; they saw Gerhard as the ultimate "armoured prey." He had shown more power and durability than what a Killa Kan or Deff Dread had, while not realising that the Psionic Mana Shield was capable of putting both of those constructs to shame.
They fired a volley of rokkits at Gerhard, as he swiped his Lightning Claw through a mob of Boyz.
> Incoming rocket, Master. Should I deploy the shield?
Gerhard watched the incoming projectiles for a fraction of a second.
"Negative. Deploy the Smart Missiles."
> Understood. Firing now.
The Iron Monger's shoulder pod opened slightly, revealing several rows of missile heads. Without pause, Hans launched the miniature Smart Missiles that intercepted the rokkits mid-air.
BOOOOOM---BOOOOMMM---
The resulting explosions filled the plaza with a cloud of smoke and debris that fell on the Orks below. Through the haze, the Tank Bustas charged forward, clutching "Tankbusta Bombs" on sticks, screaming with insane glee.
VRRROOOOOOMMMM---
> Fast bikes approaching. Redirecting fire.
Gerhard, who could see perfectly, thanks to his heat sensors, swept his Repulsor Rays in a low arc, hitting the sticks they held and detonating the bombs while they were still in the Orks' hands.
BOOOM--BOOOM--BOOOM--
The deafening roar of engines grew louder and announced the arrival of the Warbiker mob, as they broke through the smoke and Ork bodies.
Warbiker – Lv.35
|HP: 8300/8300
|MP: 0
| Being speed-obsessed maniacs that treat their prized Warbikes as personal steeds, Warbikers typically have a specific set of features, especially after a really good battle.
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They roared into the plaza on their smoke-belching steeds, guns blazing. To a Warbiker, the bike was prestige, a conduit to the thrill of speed. All of them had an ecstatic smile on their faces, and their bloodshot and unfocused eyes were opened frighteningly wide.
"ZOG OFF!"
They were unbothered about the Orks they hit on the way, only seeing Gerhard in his massive armour.
Several of the smart missiles Hans had fired hit a few of the Warbikes and blew them up. But not all of them were affected; some managed to evade, through sheer belief and speed.
Gerhard stood his ground as the bikes sped towards him. He used Psychokinesis to seize the lead bike's front wheel. The bike stopped instantly, but the momentum and insane torque sent the rider flying into the Iron Monger at 80 mph.
SPLATT--
For the rest, Gerhard didn't even use his weapons; he simply hurled the Warbike's tyre he still held in his psychic grip and used it like a death frisbee, making it crash through the other bikes as they passed him by. The incandescent explosions melted the surrounding metal and roasted the riders alive.
[Warbiker Mob defeated]
[+240,000 EXP]
[Level up]
Gerhard didn't bother about the gore of the Warbiker on its front side and stomped forward, slashing through several Orks as he did.
"WAAA--"
He gripped the head of an Ork' Ard Boy and used him like a bat, smashing him into another Ork to the left. The body broke apart, and Gerhard swung it back again. The body, which had armour, was useful that way, and turned several of them to pulp.
He smashed the 'Ard Boy's corpse into another one and parried incoming choppa with his Power Sword. The blade passed through the choppa and cut off the Ork's head in the same movement.
BOOOOM--BOOOM--
The stormbolter fired two times, blowing several Orks to bloody mist in the process. Gerhard picked up the burning, smoking remains of the Warbikes with his Psychokinesis and rotated them around him, forming a protective shield of debris.
The Goff Boys still threw themselves against this high-speed debris and were blown to bits and had limbs ripped off.
.
The ground began to shake. Three Meganobz waded through the retreating Snortlings and the observant Gretchins and even some slower Boyz.
Ork Meganob – Lv.66
|HP: 19,000/19,000
|MP: 0
| Meganobz are Ork Nobz who value the thrill of close combat. They are recognised by their bulky armour, which they call Mega Armour, and by a dogged belief in their own invulnerability.
| A suit of mega armour is composed of extremely thick metal plates welded onto a piston-driven exoskeleton. It incorporates several engines and sub-motors that give the wearer tremendous strength.
| These particular suits were provided by one of their Bad Moon's Meks, and it is the ultimate status within Ork society.
Stats:
| STR: 118
| VIT: 140
| DEX: 24
Weapons:
| Power Claw, Killsaw
Trait:
| +120% physical resistance
| +60% explosive resistance
| +50 STR
| +50 VIT
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"Quite some impressive specimens we have here," Gerhard remarked.
While STR and VIT were very impressive, the other stats were a bit disappointing. But that didn't matter to the Orks, and didn't diminish their danger in the slightest. If anything, it made them more unpredictable and therefore more dangerous.
These walking tanks were encased in thick, yellow-and-black-painted power armour. Their Power Klaws snapped with hydraulic power.
"TIN-MAN IS TOUGH! BUT WE'S TUFFA!" one bellowed, his Twin Shootas barking.
Gerhard didn't back away; he never backed away. For the first time in this fight, he engaged his powered turbines, and the massive armour shot forward with a burst of compressed air. Doing this used a lot of power, but it was perfect for emergencies or short bursts of immense thrust and power. And the Meganobz were more than surprised.
He met the lead Meganob head-on, crashing into him.
...!!!
The impact was less of a normal metallic collision in the sense that it was more of a kinetic 'squish-ing'. Gerhard's turbine-boosted momentum met the lead Meganob's rusted bulk with the force of 2 million Newtons. The sound of yellow-painted metal, bent like a fluid, against the Iron Monger's superior durability and defences, echoed across the battlefield.
The Meganob, weighing several tons in his piston-driven exoskeleton, was physically lifted off its feet as he folded in half. Gerhard not only crashed into him; he literally drove right through him like a car would treat a fly on its windshield.
Gerhard's shoulder pauldron, reinforced by the suit's buffs, slammed into the next Meganob's chest plate. The welds snapped like dry twigs. The "invulnerable" Mega Armour buckled inward, the Bad Moon's custom hydraulics exploding in a spray of oil, blood and sparks.
As the lead Ork's two halves fell to the ground, Gerhard's right arm swung through the air. He slapped the Ork's clumsy Killsaw aside and drove his Lightning Claw directly into the thick cabling of the suit's torso.
Gerhard engaged the stormbolter on his Lightning Claw that pointed right at the Ork, while blocking the Power claw from the third Meganob with his Power Sword.
BROOOOM--BROOOOM--
The sudden, concentrated burst of explosive energy punched through and vaporised the Ork's heavy armour and thick hide. Gerhard slashed his Lighting Claw upwards, and the Meganob's massive, tusked head was split and fell from its shoulders. The different pieces were sent spinning into the dirt while the last part of the body remained upright for a fraction of a second, held in place by the locking joints of its ruined armour.
Gerhard didn't break his stride. As the five parts of the second Meganob toppled over with a thud, he pivoted on his pressurised heel, his suit's sensors painting the remaining target in a crimson tactical overlay. Showing him the data Hans collected at all times.
> Status: Kinetic impact successful. Core temperature rising. Energy reserves at 84%. Durability: 5292/7500.
> I suggest giving it a moment and focusing on long-distance. New ammunition is being created as we speak, but it takes energy.
"Got it."
The remaining Meganob skidded to a halt, his tiny eyes widening in surprise and bloodlust. The "Tin-Man" was not only tough; he was a force worthy of dem Goffs to fight.
Gerhard's armour hummed; the cooling vents on his back released hot steam as they expelled the excess heat from the clash just now.
"You's next," Gerhard said and pointed at the last remaining Meganob.
Through the Meganob's shock, glee and surprise, he swung his massive Power Klaw. Gerhard parried the attack with his Power Sword, making the blade hum at a high frequency.
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Sword Mastery (Passive) Lv. 35
| A skill that allows the user to handle swords freely. Sword Mastery is obtained through continuous sword training.
Effects:
| + 70% increase in attack damage with swords
| + 32% attack speed when using swords
| + Improved edge alignment (higher armour penetration efficiency)
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[Power Strike]
With Sword Mastery at level 35, the Power Sword's 900 base damage, the ability to ignore 90% of armour and the increase of [Power Strike], Gerhard did well over 3000 damage. And translated to the real world...
The blade sliced through the Meganob's Power Claw, his reinforced arm and his entire thorax as if he were still soft fungus.
Gerhard didn't stop there. He spun around, firing his Storm Bolter as he did to get those kills in, and decapitated the final Meganob, for good measure.
[3x Ork Meganob defeated]
[+683,400 EXP]
> Master, I detected powerful Warp currents. Someone is using the Warp and not subtly. 120° to the right, half a mile out.
"I felt it. Thanks."
From the back of the plaza, an Ork began to shake. Green lightning arched between his copper staff and his teeth.
"I'S FEELIN' DA WAAAGH!! IT'S IN ME MOUTH! IT'S IN ME TEEF!" the weird Ork shrieked, green lightning erupting from his eyes.