Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Like ghosts, a group of Night Lords quietly dispersed throughout the massive space hulk. They were agile and quick, silently weaving through the intricate corridors of the ship.

These Night Lords are all masters of assassination. They are well versed in the art of concealment. With their superb skills and outstanding abilities, they begin a thrilling assassination operation against the unsuspecting green-skinned orcs.

Every move was extremely precise, like the arrival of the god of death, easily wiping out one green-skinned orc after another.

These cunning and cruel Night Lords were not satisfied with this and they deliberately teased the poor green-skinned orcs.

Sometimes it flashed before their eyes, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant; sometimes it let out a sinister and terrifying laugh, trying to make the green-skinned orcs feel creepy and terrified.

However, the green orcs did not feel fear or other emotions. Instead, they were completely enraged and frantically searched for the Night Lord everywhere, but they found nothing and could only fall into endless madness and anger.

In this dim corner, a Night Lord lurked quietly, his sharp hawk-like eyes fixed on the group of green-skinned orcs not far ahead, their backs completely exposed to him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer.

"Hey hey! You stupid guys, how dare you be so careless as to leave your backs to me? You are simply courting death."

The Midnight Lord muttered to himself in a low voice.

He simply activated the silent jet pack on his body, and the powerful thrust made him rush towards the green-skinned orcs who had their backs to him like a flash of lightning.

At the same time, the scimitar held tightly in his hand flashed with a chilling cold light under the dim light, as if foreshadowing the coming of death.

Just as the Night Lord was about to approach one of the green-skinned orcs, an accident happened. Suddenly, a huge green-skinned orc appeared on the wall of the originally empty corridor!

The green-skinned orc had his eyes wide open, was breathing heavily, his muscles were tense, and he was swinging the huge iron hammer in his hand with all his might.

The hammer seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. As the orc moved, it drew an arc in the air, and with a sharp sound of wind, it smashed straight into the chest of the Midnight Lord!

The Midnight Lord, who was sprinting at full speed, instantly noticed the green-skinned orcs suddenly appearing in front of him, but because his speed was too fast, he was unable to stop his pace in time.

Even though Space Marines possessed extraordinary reflexes, at such a short distance, it was too late. When the green-skinned orcs appeared, the distance between them was less than a meter!

In the blink of an eye, the iron hammer in the green-skinned orc's hand hit the chest of the Night Lord like a mountain.

All I heard was a series of creepy "crackling" sounds, which were the sound of broken bones. It was endless and made people grit their teeth and their scalps numb.

Then, with a resounding "bang!", the Night Lord was sent flying like a cannonball, his body tracing a parabola through the air before slamming into the solid steel wall. A dull, piercing crash echoed throughout, jarring the eardrums.

The Midnight Lord, who was hit so violently, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood with a "puff" sound.

The scarlet blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing everywhere, even completely covering the goggles in his helmet, making his vision blurry and blood-red.

The burly, muscular green orc, after knocking the Night Lord away like a cannonball, flew towards the direction where the Night Lord flew at an astonishing speed.

The enormous iron hammer in his hand was spinning rapidly like a windmill, bringing with it gusts of sharp wind.

The Night Lord lying on the ground looked at the green-skinned orcs rushing towards him like beasts with horror on his face, his heart filled with despair and unwillingness.

He tried to struggle to get up, trying to avoid the impending fatal blow, but when he moved his lower body, he was shocked to find that his lower body seemed to be completely out of control, had lost all consciousness, and did not obey the command of his brain at all.

At this moment, accompanied by a dull thud, the green-skinned orc had already caught up with them and raised the terrifying giant hammer in his hand high.

Then he used all his strength to swing the hammer hard, and the huge hammer, with a force of a thousand pounds, like a mountain falling down, hit the Midnight Lord's waist again.

There was a muffled "puff" sound, and a stream of scarlet blood spurted out of the Midnight Lord's mouth. It was like a blood arrow shooting into the air, piercing the power helmet.

Suffering such a severe blow, his body began to tremble violently involuntarily, like a candle in the wind, about to fall.

The green-skinned orc looked down at his opponent who had completely lost the ability to move, with a hideous and complacent smile on his face.

He then raised his strong and powerful right foot and stomped mercilessly on the Midnight Lord's chest. As the foot landed, the Midnight Lord's sternum seemed to emit a "crackling" sound as it could not bear the weight.

The green-skinned orcs were extremely excited at this moment. They opened their bloody mouths and let out a deafening roar:

"Waaaaaagh!"

The sound was so loud that it seemed to break through the sky and make the whole world tremble.

"Hahahaha, Big Hammer, we told you long ago that as long as you hide quietly, these pesky canned shrimps will never be able to find your trace! Now it seems that our idea is right!"

The laughter of the green-skinned orcs resounded all around, echoing in the bloody battlefield.

After being knocked away by the Night Lord, the rest of the green orcs reacted quickly and followed behind the green orc. Looking at the Night Lord being trampled under his feet, these green orcs couldn't help but laugh excitedly.

Obviously, the successful capture of the Night Lord made these green-skinned orcs, who were annoyed by the Night Lord's harassment, very excited.

"Waaaaaagh, you are absolutely right. We finally caught this weakling."

The green-skinned orc who was stepping on the Night Lord laughed excitedly after hearing the praise from the other green-skinned orcs.

"How are we going to take revenge on this cunning shrimp?"

A green-skinned orc stepped forward and asked as he looked at the Night Lord being trampled on the ground.

"Of course I hung his head on my boss rack." The green-skinned orc looked at the Night Lord with a grim smile.