Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monster Horde [383-385] (Patreon)

Chapter 383:

After finishing the arrangements on the Dark Portal planet, Rhodes, along with Mefilas and Tartarus, set off for another planet of utmost importance to Rhodes.

Rhodes’ territory harbored many secrets. To preserve these secrets, Mefilas used his overwhelming psychic powers to cast a mist-shrouded barrier over the area.

Most of the residents within Rhodes’ domain were people relocated from other Imperial hive worlds.

The Imperial population grew rapidly; in just a few years, a planet could become overcrowded.

Thus, the locals had no choice but to accept the Empire's immigration policies: when a new world was discovered, it would be turned into an agri-world, a forge world, a hive world, or a mining world as needed.

This was to meet the Empire's massive demands. Rhodes’ territory was exempt from tithes, with agri-worlds ensuring the food supply. Still, Rhodes had Mefilas manage population control.

With abundant food, the human population could grow geometrically—strict control was a must.

For the sake of certain secrets, there were several planets in Rhodes’ domain of exceptional importance.

This planet could have become an agri-world or a hive world, but under Rhodes’ orders, it was turned into an Ork world, strictly governed by Mefilas’s psychic barrier.

The planet was slightly smaller than Holy Terra, but larger than Mars, with oceans, grasslands, and an atmosphere—an ideal location.

To ensure this planet’s habitability, Mefilas specifically placed it under a red dwarf in a star system.

Stellar systems in the universe are rarely single-starred like the Solar System. Many are binary or even trinary systems. Red dwarfs or yellow dwarfs are common, and this Ork warlord’s world orbits a red dwarf. Apart from this Ork world, there were no other habitable planets nearby.

Rhodes was very satisfied with Mefilas’s choice—this planet must not be discovered by the Empire. Not even the Emperor or Guilliman knew that Rhodes was raising an Ork warlord here.

This Ork warlord was of great use to Rhodes!

Soon, the trio landed on the planet. Zetton was already waiting atop a mountain. Looking out, the planet was covered in green-skinned Orks.

But these Orks seemed to be under the influence of a powerful psychic force, methodically forging equipment of all kinds.

Even nearby barren planets had been converted into mines by Orks, who were busy extracting ore.

“Master, welcome,” Zetton immediately bowed to Rhodes.

“What’s the situation with the Ork Warboss Superbeast?” Rhodes asked.

“Master, this Ork warlord is under my strict control. Even the new Orks bred from his blood will obey his orders.

Thanks to the Battlenizer, I can control all these Orks. I’m having them forge weapons and build ships now,” Zetton said.

He had been a Reionic for over half a year now, and this Ork warlord Superbeast had grown into a terrifying colossus eighty meters tall.

Thanks to his Superbeast traits, he could change size at will, usually maintaining a height of five meters while ruling over all other Orks on the planet.

All these Orks were descended from this warlord’s blood.

With the Reionic Battlenizer’s control and Superbeast-enhanced DNA-encoded commands, they retained some traits of the Old Ones’ creations and learned to obey orders.

To be honest, in terms of raw war potential, Orks even surpassed Tyranids—far beyond what humans could hope to match.

But Orks’ biggest flaw was their inability to unite; even with a powerful warlord, they usually fought independently.

If all the Orks of Octarius united and waged war on the Imperium, the scale would rival the Great Crusade—the Imperium would have to respond with full force.

“Is security an issue? Have you noticed any signs of betrayal from him or his Orks?” Rhodes’ top concern was the safety of the Ork warlord Superbeast.

If a Superbeast-level Ork warlord broke free of his control, it would be disastrous!

This Ork warlord’s combat power far exceeded that of a Primarch, especially one fused with a cosmic phantom beast’s gene. With the Reionic’s special powers and the Superbeast enhancement, this Ork warlord was terrifying.

Currently, only Tartarus and the Dark Giant Daram could utterly crush this Ork warlord.

Even the Slaneesh Assassin and the fully-strengthened Zetton might not be able to match him.

“Please rest assured, Master. I have this under strict control. The Reionic’s power can completely control monsters—as long as I’m not killed, I’ll always be the master of these Orks!” said Zett.

The Reionic’s control was absolute—as long as he remained a Reionic and held the Battlenizer, the Ork warlord could not break free.

“How many Orks are there now?” Rhodes asked.

“Master, this Superbeast warlord now commands ten Ork warlords under him—giants four or five meters tall, with formidable combat power.

Even their physical prowess alone can crush the Custodes. There are over ten thousand Ork bosses, with hundreds of thousands of bigger bosses.

Additionally, there are countless Mekboys, Big Meks, Painboyz, Shoota Boyz, Kommandoz, and other kinds of Boyz. The total force is two hundred million, with more being born daily.

The Superbeast-level Orks are vastly stronger than regular Orks—any one of them can easily defeat two standard Boyz.

There are also thousands of Weirdboyz, capable of all sorts of psychic attacks.

I have put them through strict training, so they won’t explode themselves on the battlefield anymore,” Zett explained.

“Very good. Keep growing the force toward a billion or more. The planet should be able to support several billion Orks, but even now, you can launch a pretty decent crusade,” Rhodes said.

Long ago, Rhodes had Zett run experiments to see if Orks bred from the Superbeast warlord’s blood would generate system coins when they killed Tyranids, Orks, or even Chaos Daemons.

The result greatly satisfied Rhodes—these Orks, connected to his system, were successfully recorded in the system’s data.

All lives killed by these Orks would be converted into Rhodes’ system coins. Upon discovering this, Rhodes had Zett begin mass-producing troops on this world.

For the Imperium to train a single qualified soldier—without using cloning technology—took twenty years to raise a child to adulthood, then train them.

But Orks only needed a few months—once born, they could fight.

Rather than have them sit idle, why not launch a great WAAAGH? It would satisfy both the Orks’ lust for battle and Rhodes’ need for system coins.

“Master, I have built several hundred realspace battleships—enough to carry tens of millions of Orks. The Ork horde has a unique WAAAGH field.

This lets them travel through space without any energy loss, and also travel safely through the Warp,” Zett said.

Orks were truly a bizarre race, with incredibly powerful abilities—but they needed sufficient numbers.

“No need for long Warp voyages. In the past, it was necessary, but now it isn’t at all,” Rhodes smiled, glancing at Tartarus.

With Tartarus here, distance was meaningless in the universe—Rhodes could have this Ork army strike anywhere, at any time.

“You’re right, Master. With an Absolutian, distance really isn’t a concept in the universe,” Zett smiled.

“Prepare to mobilize fifty million Orks. The Ork Superbeast warlord himself will not participate—have his subordinate warlords lead the most elite fifty million Ork Boyz to raid the Octarius sector,” Rhodes said.

The Tyranids and Rhodes were mortal enemies, so he could not let them devour the Orks of Octarius so easily.

The Octarius conflict started even before Abaddon’s 13th Black Crusade, but ended during the Indomitus Crusade!

Currently, both sides were fiercely fighting. If a fresh Ork force joined now, the Tyranids would be in for a real treat.

It would disgust the Tyranids, while letting Rhodes collect system coins from their deaths—a win-win!

“Understood, Master. I’ll assemble the Ork horde right away—these Boyz are extremely eager for battle,” Zett chuckled.

Chapter 384:

“That’s perfect! With Orks, you don’t need any kind of mobilization—just tell them there’s a fight, and they’re happy as children!” said Rhodes.

Zett smiled and immediately shifted into his Reionic form.

He raised the Battlenizer high, and somewhere on the planet, the Ork Superbeast warlord was instantly summoned.

Minutes later, an eighty-meter-tall, green-skinned Ork in heavy armor, wielding a massive power axe, strode over.

The Ork warlord Superbeast radiated a wild, powerful, and fierce aura.

As he approached, his form rapidly shrank, instantly becoming a five-meter-tall green-skinned Ork.

“Master! What are your orders?” The Ork warlord ignored Rhodes and knelt before the Zett.

His attitude was extremely defiant. Though engineered by Yapool, the true control lay with Zett.

He was clearly unfriendly toward Rhodes and the others.

“Mind your manners, Gromm Hell Roar. The man before you is your true creator—our great master. You must serve Lord Rhodes as loyally as you serve me,” Zett said with a frown.

Gromm was a name given by Rhodes when the Ork warlord was born.

Rhodes valued this Superbeast warlord highly, and the Ork had not disappointed.

After his Superbeast transformation, he displayed terrifying potential. With just two hundred million Orks, he had already reached unimaginable strength.

If there were a billion, two billion, or even ten billion Orks, what would his limit be?

As his power grew, the Ork warlord’s personality became more violent and warlike, but there was no one on the planet to satisfy his thirst for battle.

Now Zett could only control him by force with the Battlenizer.

“I serve you only because you have that thing that forces me to obey. If you didn’t, I’d tear you apart right now,” Gromm Hell Roar growled.

He had immense strength—far greater than his so-called master—so why should he be controlled?

The warlord’s attitude was embarrassing for Zett, who had just assured Rhodes he had total control.

Zett snorted, and his Battlenizer flashed with light, forcing the warlord to his knees, clutching his head and rolling on the ground.

“Ah! Ah!”

“How dare you defy my orders!” roared Zett.

“I haven’t defied you, Master! I’ll obey all your orders, but I’ll never bow to anyone else, no matter who they are! Even if it means death!” Gromm said in pain.

He made it clear: he could serve Zett, but never the man before him.

“I’m sorry, Master. This Ork still needs more training, but don’t worry, I’ll get him in line,” Zett said.

“No, let me handle this myself,” Rhodes interrupted with a wave, smiling as he approached Gromm.

“You’re proud, I can see that. The Battlenizer forces you to listen to my subordinate’s orders, but you only obey him.

As for my orders, you don’t give a damn, right?” Rhodes said.

“You’re right—I don’t give a damn, even if you kill me,” Gromm snorted.

“You’re stubborn—I like that. Here’s your chance.

A chance to challenge me. If you win, I’ll set you free—truly free.

I’ll have Zett lift your control, and you’ll be a free warlord, able to WAAAGH! across the galaxy,” Rhodes said.

This Ork warlord Superbeast was strong.

Even a non-Superbeast Ork warlord nearly killed the Emperor, and the Beast perished alongside Vulkan. The Superbeast warlord’s power…

Only Tartarus and the Dark Giant Daram could guarantee victory against him.

Mefilas might handle him with psychic powers, but not in melee.

After his Superbeast transformation, the Ork warlord’s power was terrifying—he didn’t even need to obey the Ork gods anymore.

“If I beat you, you still won’t set me free,” Gromm sneered.

Orks weren’t stupid—they were savage, cunning, brave, and treacherous warriors. If the other party cheated, there was nothing he could do.

“I never go back on my word. If you defeat me, you’ll be free,” Rhodes said.

“Master, that’s too dangerous!” Zett exclaimed.

“No need to say more!” Rhodes replied. His body rapidly expanded, transforming into a sixty-meter-tall giant in crimson armor, wielding a black blade.

The crimson armor was the cosmic fire phoenix Baton’s transformation, and the sword was the Empera Blade—now fully unsealed for Rhodes’ use.

“Come on, then! WAAAGH!” Gromm roared, swinging his massive power axe at Rhodes’ head.

His strike was swift and forceful, but Rhodes blocked it with the black blade, instantly slicing the power axe in two.

The Empera Blade’s weapon was no ordinary blade, and the warlord’s axe, forged from local materials, was no match—its size came from Superbeast power, but it was no artifact.

Seeing his weapon destroyed, Gromm roared again, a strange energy coating the axe and instantly restoring it.

“I think my weapon can match your sword,” he said, swinging at Rhodes again.

This time, the axe didn’t break but clashed fiercely—the axe was now enveloped in a mysterious force field.

Rhodes was stunned.

This was the Orks’ most broken ability—the WAAAGH field.

If enough Orks strongly believed in something, it became real. If they thought a junk car could run, it would; if they believed purple made you invisible, painting armor purple would actually hide you; if they believed their guns had bullets, they’d never run out.

This Ork warlord could wield the power to an uncanny degree.

“Careful, Master! Gromm’s special power even lets him alter reality to a degree,” Zett warned.

Rhodes didn’t dare underestimate him. He unleashed his powerful psychic ability, instantly immobilizing the Ork.

“I think I can break free of your psychic prison, ah!” Gromm bellowed, breaking free with a green glow and swinging at Rhodes again.

Damn—how broken was this guy?

Rhodes used teleportation, darting around the battlefield, occasionally striking Gromm’s back.

Green blood splattered to the ground.

“I reckon I have terrifying regeneration!” Gromm grunted.

Sure enough, his wounds healed instantly—super-fast regeneration.

“Not bad—your powers are crazy!

Now brace yourself!” Rhodes growled, muscles bulging, red steam rising from his body.

He activated Gomora’s berserk transformation and Red King’s super strength.

His raw stats were even with Gromm, but in berserk and super strength modes, Rhodes outclassed him.

A single blow sent Gromm flying a thousand meters.

“I reckon my strength matches yours!” Gromm roared, bulking up even more.

Rhodes, in berserk mode, coated his sword with Baton’s red flames.

The two clashed violently.

Clang! Bang!

The sounds of battle filled the air, and every Ork on the planet erupted in excitement.

“WAAAGH! WAAAGH!” countless Orks howled.

“This Ork warlord’s power is incredible—can anything he imagines come true?” Mefilas asked, frowning.

“That’s not quite it. He can only boost or change things to a certain extent. If Master ups the power, he can’t keep up,” Zett explained.

The Ork’s power was strong, but not unlimited—he couldn’t use it to break free of the Zett’s control, for example.

“If Master is at risk of losing, we’ll step in,” Mefilas said.

“No need. Trust Master—he’s not as weak as you think. He’ll win. The Ork is already spent,” Tartarus snorted.

Rhodes’ stats were nearly equal to the Ork’s, plus the powers of the cosmic phantom beasts, shapeshifting, psychic powers, teleportation, and barriers—he could easily crush the Ork.

Among all summoned monsters, only Tartarus could beat Rhodes; even the Dark Giant Daram might not match him.

As Tartarus predicted, after a brutal exchange, Gromm began to tire, unable to use his strange powers anymore.

“What’s wrong—tired already? I’m just getting warmed up,” Rhodes sneered, sheathing his sword and delivering a devastating punch.

A hundred-meter red bull’s-head phantom smashed Gromm, shattering his armor and weapons, and his wounds no longer regenerated.

The WAAAGH! power was strong, but it had limits—otherwise, the Orks would have conquered the galaxy long ago.

This Ork could use the power to this extent, which amazed Rhodes.

“Roar!” Gromm bellowed, charging again, unwilling to let go of freedom.

Rhodes smirked, folded his arms, and activated Zetton’s barrier.

Bang! Bang!

Gromm’s fists hammered the shield, even as his hands were reduced to bloody bone, but the barrier held.

“Enough of this boring game—take this! Super Shockwave!”

Rhodes unleashed a golden-red energy blast, blowing half of Gromm’s body away.

This time, the Ork warlord lay defeated, barely alive.

Chapter 385:

The battle ended in Rhodes’ complete victory.

Gromm’s power was tremendous—his physical prowess eclipsed all but Tartarus and the Dark Giant among Rhodes’ summons.

Even a fully enhanced Zetton couldn’t match him physically.

But Rhodes, strengthened by two cosmic phantom beasts, C’tan shards, and six monsters, had reached terrifying heights.

He could go toe-to-toe in raw strength. The WAAAGH! power was a trump card, able to remove disadvantages by force.

It was powerful, but not enough to threaten Rhodes. Even if it could rewrite some physical laws or reality, Rhodes’ psychic powers, teleportation, barriers, and beams were more than a match.

Rhodes approached the battered Ork warlord.

Half of Gromm’s body was gone, even his head half pulped. Yet the Orks’ tenacious vitality kept him alive and conscious. Any other lifeform would be dead, but Orks had plant traits.

Even if you cut off their head and reattached it to another body, they’d live.

So, to truly kill an Ork, you had to reduce him to complete mush.

Rhodes released Phoenix Fire from his palm, restoring Gromm’s body in moments.

Restored, Gromm sat listlessly, crestfallen—he’d given his all, used every power, but was still utterly defeated.

He couldn’t accept how little damage he’d managed to inflict.

“So, you lost. From now on, you’ll follow my orders—unless you plan to break your word?” Rhodes asked.

“You win. I’ll obey your orders,” Gromm grunted.

But I’m still young, he thought. I’ve only just grown up—not even a year old!

I still have time—I’ll keep biding my time and growing stronger!

Rhodes could tell what Gromm was thinking, but his own power was growing even faster.

When I first crossed over, I was just an ordinary person. Now, my strength is nearly invincible in the real universe.

You’ll make a fine henchman!

If only I could enhance Ork intelligence as easily as their WAAAGH! power. Unfortunately, this Ork wasn’t a summoned monster.

Still, there were monsters among the Ultraman cosmos who could absorb other species’ abilities. Maybe, one day, Rhodes could acquire the Orks’ reality-warping power.

“Very good. Now, stand up. Gromm Hell Roar is the name I gave you at birth.

Gather your fifty million most elite troops—war is coming,” Rhodes said, shrinking and floating before Gromm.

“Yes, my master. You are the one I acknowledge,” Gromm nodded, flying into the sky and letting out a thunderous roar.

“My beloved Boyz! A great WAAAGH! awaits us—let’s go on an adventure!

Only the strongest Ork warriors will be chosen for my crusade,” Gromm declared.

Though defeated, he was still excited for the coming war.

“WAAAGH! WAAAGH!”

“WAAAGH!”

To Orks, nothing was more joyous than war—nothing made them happier than a mighty WAAAGH!

Upon receiving the order, the entire planet’s Orks erupted in wild howls, drums thundering across Ork planet.

Green-skins howled, rushing to enlist—they didn’t care who the enemy was, only that they were big and strong.

Rhodes nodded in satisfaction, landing again.

Unknowingly, he’d been in the Warhammer universe for two years, and his power was now top-tier.

Among his summons, only Tartarus could defeat him outright.

As he gained more monsters, Rhodes’ power would grow exponentially—he’d have to be picky about future enhancements.

“That was a blood-pumping fight, Master. Your strength surpasses my imagination.

I remember half a year ago, you weren’t nearly this strong!” Zett said.

He could only control the Ork Superbeast with the Battlenizer, but his master had won by pure strength!

“You’re my solid support—no need to belittle yourselves,” Rhodes smiled.

“Master, I must remind you—this Ork warlord may have yielded for now, but he likely won’t submit easily. You’ll need to restrain him in the future,” Mefilas warned.

“I know. As long as I’m stronger, he won’t betray me—and even if he does, Zett’s Battlenizer will handle it,” Rhodes said.

Orks were tough—Monster Capsules couldn’t capture them, only the Reionic’s Battlenizer could force control.

If you defeated a wild Ork warlord and expected him to submit, you’d be sorely mistaken.

These cunning, savage green-skins weren’t so simple.

…

In a single day, Gromm gathered his fifty million best fighters.

Each Boy was armed—Sluggas with choppas, Shootas with rusty rifles, Flyboyz in rickety planes.

Their gear looked crude, but if they found a wealthy world, they could instantly rearm and become a formidable army.

“Great master, tell me who our enemy is—I can’t wait to make them bleed,” Gromm said.

“It’s the Tyranids—an expedition to Octarius.

Gromm, I wasn’t planning to have you join this fight—you’re my trump card.”

At this, Gromm wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.

What? I can’t join a glorious war? Nothing could be more painful for an Ork!

“But I see you crave battle.

So, I’ll give you a chance—you may lead the army yourself.

But during the battle, you must not fight in giant form—only your normal form,” Rhodes said.

Forbidding him to fight would crush his spirit and the army’s morale. So he’d let him go—as long as he didn’t get exposed.

“If, in normal form, I can’t defeat the enemy and am about to die, may I use my transformation?” Gromm asked.

“That’s fine—but if anyone sees your giant form, you must kill everyone who isn’t one of us,” Rhodes said.

As long as humanity didn’t witness the giant Ork, it was fine—the Tyranids wouldn’t care.

“No problem, Master!”

“Good! I’ll forge you new armor and a power axe from extradimensional and regenerative metals, and add a power gloves and ranged weapons,” Rhodes said.

Time to upgrade his gear.

“Boyz! Get ready for a great WAAAGH!”

“WAAAGH!”

A few days later, the fifty million-strong Ork horde assembled. Gromm Hell Roar, in new armor and wielding new weapons, led his army to launch the expedition to Octarius.