Logan Grimnar, Chapter Master of the Space Wolves, watched the frenzied Orcs from a distance. They had emerged from the jungle at some point, slaughtering Mutants and Chaos Cultists in organized units. These greenskins, clad in bizarre underwear, were wild… following a massive humanoid greenskin in a mad Waaagh! Hundreds of thousands of Cultists were no match for them.
The massive greenskin leading them could even resist the corruption of Evil Sorcerers, killing their warlocks with two punches under a Psychic Storm. The Death Korps of Krieg, deployed to reinforce, lined up defensively. Since these greenskins had already come too close, conflict was inevitable.
The Death Korps attempted to block the greenskins using their fearless advancing strategy… but their courage didn't make the greenskins retreat. Instead, the greenskins chose to fight back with increasing ferocity.
"Boring… fighting these humans is boring! We need to find the red demons; that's where the real fun is!"
The greenskins surrounding Hulk looked at their boss in surprise; this bloody battle failed to pique his interest.
"Hmm… someone's coming!"
Hulk, whose aura had been fading as he shrank, suddenly spotted an opponent. He looked toward a distant hillside, where a pack of wolves charged out. They wielded Power Swords and rode giant wolves brought from Fenris, forming a fast-moving cavalry unit.
In an instant, the greenskins' flank was struck, and Logan Grimnar, Chapter Master of the Space Wolves, led the charge at the vanguard. Stepping over the corpses of greenskins, they surged into the Orc camp with the extreme speed of the wolf pack.
Surrounded by Orc Boys, Logan Grimnar shouted directly at them:
"Tell your boss to come out! I am Logan Grimnar, the strongest human here! If he has the guts, let him come out for a duel… if not, get back to the forest!"
The Wolf Lord roared, while the Space Wolf Bladeguard Veterans beside him kept a wary eye on the surrounding Gretchin and Orc Boys. The Wolf Lord's Artificer Power Armor could withstand shots from these unreliable weapons, yet caution was necessary in case the xenos attempted a sneak attack.
Under the pressure of overwhelming power, the weak Orc Boys felt intimidated. They began comparing the warrior before them to their own boss, sensing both sides were evenly matched—either could crush them.
"The strongest human?"
Soon, a narrow path opened on both sides of the army. Hulk, wearing only his underwear, stepped forward from the crowd of greenskins. His body had expanded slightly—those solid muscles were larger than even the strongest Space Marine.
His skin was unscarred, untouched by battle, renewing itself with every passing second.
"What a strange Warboss… he even has hair!"
"He doesn't feel like an Orc; he's more like some kind of Mutant!"
Nearby Space Wolves felt the same. Having just purged local Mutants, they recognized Hulk's resemblance. Some Wolf Pups even suspected he was a powerful Mutant disguised as a greenskin. It just happened that his skin was green, and since he was a skilled fighter, the greenskins accepted him as their boss.
"A Mutant becoming a greenskin boss?"
"That's surprising… but that's all it is!"
"Is that so?"
Hulk gritted his teeth. Those perfectly arranged human teeth convinced the Space Wolves that he was indeed a Mutant. Instead of caution, they felt contempt—having killed too many Mutants, this seemed like just another.
Logan Grimnar leapt from his giant wolf, preparing for a duel. But to his surprise, the green giant before him stomped the ground and launched himself into the air, fists raised to strike.
"Holy shit!"
Logan Grimnar had never seen an Orc move like a humanoid jump pack. Even without one, Hulk's leap rivaled a Space Marine wearing a jump pack. Grimnar dodged to the right just as Hulk's fists slammed into the ground, sending rocks flying and scratching his exposed cheek. The green barbarian had smashed the hard ground into a crater. This was no ordinary Mutant—it was likely a product of some Dark Age of Technology experiment.
From midair, Logan Grimnar fired a bolter round at Hulk. The large-caliber bolt hit Hulk's head, splattering blood. Yet Hulk's body regenerated instantly, the tissue closing as though nothing happened.
"Is it just brute strength?"
"That's all it is!"
Grimnar thought the battle over—the neck wound should have been fatal. He had faced many Mutant greenskins; this should have killed them.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Richard marveled at Grimnar's agility, but the Chapter Master was overconfident. Although the Space Wolves had been blocking the greenskins' path to the demons, the fight continued.
Just as Grimnar prepared to declare victory, Hulk, like an unstoppable truck, charged directly at him. Wounds vanished instantly, and Hulk's size grew even larger.
"Waaagh!"
All watching Orcs roared. They had never seen such a fight—a boss losing a large chunk of his head could recover instantly.
"No one can hurt our boss!"
"Our boss is awesome! The Stupid Squishies' weapons can't harm him at all!"
Fueled by Waaagh! energy, Hulk's defense became absurd. His size ballooned to that of a small dreadnought; fists, like power hammers, smashed the Space Wolf challenger.
Clang!
One hit sapped Grimnar's arm strength. Even with clever deflection, Hulk's infinite power nearly dislocated his arm. Grimnar rolled, firing three bolter rounds. They hit like fireworks, but Hulk's terrifying regeneration minimized the damage. The wounds vanished almost immediately.
"What the hell is this monster!"
Even the Chapter Master felt the creature's absurdity. Nearby Gretchin and Orc Boys cheered, maintaining battlefield etiquette, waiting for the bosses to finish.
For over half an hour, the duel raged. Grimnar's fists trembled as he rolled and dodged. Hulk's brute strength and regenerative ability were beyond comprehension. Armor-piercing grenades barely scratched him, and he regrew limbs in front of everyone.
The Wolf Lord was carried back, battered and humiliated. Hulk didn't pursue.
"Damn it! How humiliating!"
Grimnar couldn't understand why this suspected Mutant could defeat the genetically perfected Astartes. Even with superior organs like Ossmodula enhancing bone and muscle density, he had been outmatched. Hulk's brute force shattered all expectations.
Though the battle achieved its strategic objective—covering the friendly forces' retreat—the Space Wolves had lost combat credibility. Hulk's final act seemed almost charitable, letting them leave. Grimnar could not accept such "mercy."
"Chapter Master, rest first! Your Second Heart even stopped; your body is heavily damaged."
"Before we trace his origin, we must not act rashly. They seem to have headed toward the Gate of the Red Angel—a good thing for us."
"Stop! I know! This is good for the Imperium, but for us, it's terrible! We have no clue about this Mutant… he became a greenskin boss and fought demons!"
"Should we report this to the War Council?"
"They say the Dark Angels were involved with Terminator veterans… maybe they can help."
Thump! Grimnar smashed his fist onto the Apothecary's forehead.
"Are you a pig? You're helping outsiders! Tell the Dark Angels what? That a Mutant humiliated us? They'll laugh, not help! If they know, our failure will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever!"
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