77: Chapter 77 Gangster King Kong

No flashy martial arts, no sophisticated combat techniques.

In the face of absolute strength and speed, all resistance is futile!

"Die!"

Lin Li unleashed a simple, unadorned sweep, the halberd cutting through the air with a terrifying sonic boom.

Three strong Orc Boyz Stormboyz, along with the iron shields in their hands, were sliced in two at the waist by this monstrous force!

Green blood and entrails sprayed out like a fountain!

Trampling over the remains of the greenskins, Lin Li let out an almost maniacal, unbridled laugh from behind his heavy helmet!

All the pressure, all the fear, and the frustration of walking on thin ice in the wasteland for the past few months were completely released in this wild laughter and slaughter!

"Bang!"

He kicked, shattering the sternum of a greenskin.

"Crack!"

The blade of his halberd sheared off two fanged heads in one stroke!

In just a few short minutes!

Just one person!

Those forty-plus elite Stormboyz, capable of slaughtering a small tribe on the wasteland, were butchered by Lin Li as if he were chopping vegetables!

The ground was littered with mangled green corpses, a tragic sight.

The surrounding natives, along with the players taking potshots from the sidelines, were completely dumbfounded.

"Holy... The Boss's berserk mode is way too OP!"

A player with a sprained ankle swallowed hard, "His attack power is overflowing."

Green blood dripped from the edge of the halberd.

He let out a long breath, recovering from the adrenaline-fueled bloodlust.

Looking at the minced meat covering the ground, even he felt a jolt of fear.

"The stat bonuses from this Power Armor are simply unreasonable."

He turned his head and looked at the surrounding Nomads and native laborers, who were still standing there with their mouths agape in a daze.

"What are you all standing there for? Waiting for the greenskins to come and treat you to dinner?!"

Lin Li pressed the loudspeaker button on the side of his helmet and roared impatiently,

"Get the wounded down for bandaging! Everyone else, resume construction immediately!"

This roar instantly broke the silence.

The natives who had escaped death snapped back to reality.

The looks they gave Lin Li no longer held the previous trepidation, but only awe and obedience.

Thousands of laborers erupted with unprecedented enthusiasm for construction, and the roar of pile drivers echoed through the canyon once again.

Several players who had been taking potshots from the side gathered around, preparing to loot the battlefield.

Lin Li ignored them.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the rising concrete wall toward the front line, which was engulfed in artillery fire.

"The defensive line's advance has stalled."

Lin Li frowned.

He could hear that the gunfire and artillery ahead were no longer moving forward, but were fixed in one area.

"The rear is safe, but there must be a major problem on the front line."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Li gripped his halberd with both hands, his body like a red cannonball flying low to the ground, vaulting over the construction site and speeding toward the front line!

...

Frontline combat zone.

The players' advance had indeed come to a complete halt.

They had switched from offense to defense.

Relying on the pile of rubble caused by the previous mountain blasting, they had established a circular defensive line.

The disadvantage in numbers finally became apparent.

There were only a little over three hundred players in total, while the number of greenskins gathering on the wasteland was nearing ten thousand.

Even though thousands had died in the recent artillery barrage, the main force of the greenskins remained intact.

Especially those thick-skinned heavy vehicles and iron-can mechs, which put immense defensive pressure on the players.

Fortunately, the northern radiation wasteland was so vast, and the funnel-shaped terrain greatly dispersed the density of the greenskins' charge, preventing these three hundred members of The Fourth Calamity from being instantly submerged by the green sea.

Middle section of the defense line.

[Blood Pressure Company Commander Gabriel] was lying behind a boulder, holding a large-caliber Logging Gun.

He was a calm and steady tactical veteran who hadn't been greedy for merit during the charge like other squads, but had instead played it safe.

Therefore, the survival rate of new players in his squad was the highest.

The only casualty was one who had sprained his ankle climbing the rubble.

At this moment, this squad occupied the center of the defensive line, with various light and heavy weapons weaving together, fighting effectively.

But the expression on Gabriel's face was becoming increasingly grave.

He put down his binoculars and stared intently into the depths of the toxic fog a few hundred meters away.

Accompanied by the deafening mechanical roar and the harsh sound of tracks crushing gravel, a massive heavy-duty vehicle over ten meters tall was slowly rolling across the wasteland.

The thing looked like a steel monster crudely cobbled together from countless heavy, scrapped ship plates.

It had no head, only a huge iron mouth painted with a ferocious smiley face.

Thick exhaust pipes spewed dense black smoke, and its two giant mechanical arms were mounted with exaggerated multi-barrel cannons and massive chainswords.

The thickness of its armor was enough to make one despair just by looking at it.

"Fourth Squad calling artillery position!"

Gabriel immediately pressed the communication key on his pv terminal, speaking rapidly,

"A super-large heavy-duty target has appeared directly ahead! Coordinates sent! Find a way to hit it! We absolutely cannot let this thing get close to the defensive line!"

The reply from the artillery squad leader came immediately through the channel:

"Received! Coordinates locked, reloading!"

Less than half a minute later, three sharp whistles came from the sky.

Three 150mm high-explosive shells, trailing arcs of death, smashed precisely toward the ten-meter-tall steel monster.

Gabriel raised his binoculars, preparing to watch the giant beast be blown into scrap metal.

However, a scene that made his jaw drop occurred.

Just as the three shells were about to hit the beast's armor.

A layer of eerie, distorted green electric arcs suddenly flashed across the surface of the giant beast!

That layer of green light was like an invisible, slippery shield.

The moment the three shells made contact with the green light, their trajectories were forcefully deflected!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The shells exploded dozens of meters away.

Although they blew away a large group of Orc infantry, the giant vehicle remained unscathed and continued to advance with heavy, plodding steps.

"Holy crap! You guys missed!"

Gabriel cursed in the channel, "It moved forward another five meters!"

"Bullshit!" the artilleryman said anxiously, "My coordinates were calculated perfectly! I definitely didn't aim wrong!"

Immediately after, three more shells roared in.

This time, Gabriel widened his eyes, staring intently through the scope.

He saw it clearly.

In the second before the artillery was about to hit, the physically illogical green light flashed again, brushing the heavy shells aside as easily as flicking away pebbles.

"What the hell! Does anyone know Warhammer lore? What on earth is this thing?!"

Gabriel shouted in the regional channel.

A Warhammer lore-nerd player in the same squad, [Red Stone Tech], immediately explained loudly:

"Company Commander! That thing should be the greenskins' Gorkanaut!"

"This thing has no main gun, it's all melee chainswords and rapid-fire cannons! And that green light on its surface is a force field shield created by the greenskin Mekboyz! This shield doesn't follow science at all; it's likely the manifestation of WAAAGH! energy absorbed from the tens of thousands of Orcs on the battlefield!"

Gabriel frowned: "What does Gork mean?"

"Gork and Mork are the gods of the greenskins! They are on the same level as Khorne in Chaos, representing pure brutality! Get it!"

Red Stone Tech shouted while firing.

"Damn, this is such a pain."

Gabriel gritted his teeth,

"Pass this news to the commander-in-chief Pi She! See how he handles it! With armor this thick and an energy shield, long-range artillery is useless!"

"Even if we let Flame Fist use psychic fire to burn it, I'm afraid he'd blow his own head up before melting this ten-meter-plus iron lump! Once it charges into our rubble position, the defensive line will collapse instantly!"

Just as Gabriel was at his wits' end.

He discovered through his scope that there was movement behind the massive Gorkanaut.

An Orc Warboss, standing five meters tall with muscles bulging like granite and wearing heavy scrap-iron armor, was dragging a power axe the size of a door panel behind him as he slowly stepped out.

With every step it took, the ground trembled.

This was the real Boss.

"We're screwed, double Bosses."

Gabriel felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

However.

At this moment.

A dark red afterimage, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom, suddenly leaped out from behind the players' position, smashing fiercely into the dense Orc formation ahead like a meteorite!

"Boom!"

The violent impact instantly sent over a dozen strong Orcs flying.

Sand and stones splashed everywhere.

Gabriel was startled and quickly raised his binoculars to look carefully.

The dust cleared.

It was a human figure wearing red Power Armor and holding a fine steel halberd.

"Boss Lin Li?!"

Gabriel was stunned at first, then burst into hearty laughter,

"Hahaha! The game plot is still the same! When the player defense line is tight and we encounter a mechanic monster we can't beat, the faction Boss forces an entrance to play a cutscene!"

Center of the battlefield.

Lin Li didn't pay any attention to the players' complaints.

He only had one thought in his mind right now — kill!

"Die!"

Lin Li swung wide, without any unnecessary defensive movements.

Under his terrifying strength, the fine steel halberd turned into a deadly silver storm.

The sharp halberd blade severed rough iron armor and sliced through tough muscles.

Orc limbs and heads flew through the air, and dark green blood splattered like raindrops onto his red Power Armor.

Extremely brutal.

Extremely efficient.

He was like a tireless meat harvester, forcefully carving a bloody path through the dense greenskin frenzy with his halberd!

The surrounding players all stopped shooting, watching this one-sided slaughter in a daze.

"Holy crap..." Flash swallowed hard,

"Did the Boss activate a berserk skill? This damage calculation must have been hard-coded!"

Slaanesh carried an RPG, looking puzzled:

"If the Boss is this strong, why didn't he come out to fight sooner? Why wait until we were about to collapse before making a move?"

Liver Emperor slapped Slaanesh on the back of the head:

"Are you stupid? If the game designers released the Boss to wipe the field at the beginning, what the hell would we play? What would we use to grind for experience and level up? Be cheerleaders?"

Slaanesh suddenly realized: "Makes sense! The designers have good intentions!"

The players even put down their weapons and began to watch the show with great interest.

And on the edge of the battlefield.

Talos and the group of Nomads, who had been preparing to cover the flank, were now stretching their necks and widening their eyes.

Watching that red figure moving through the Orcs as if in an empty field, they felt their breathing tremble.

"Is this... is this the true strength of that lord?"

Talos's palms, gripping his broadsword, were covered in sweat.

Fighting alone in a sea of greenskins—this kind of martial power was already beyond the scope of humanity!

Center of the battlefield.

Lin Li's speed of advance was astonishingly fast.

He ignored the ordinary Orc Boyz around him, killing his way straight through the formation.

His target was the big guy not far away.

"Get lost!"

Lin Li smashed the chest of an Orc chieftain with a halberd strike, then leaped high using the recoil.

When he landed again.

He was already standing before that ten-meter-tall Gorkanaut and the five-meter-tall Orc Warboss.

Red Power Armor.

Confronting a green mountain of flesh.

The size difference was extreme, but the violent aura on Lin Li seemed to suppress theirs.

At this moment.

A strange tacit understanding appeared on the battlefield.