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Huda'hu's roar echoed like a thunderclap in the confined space, spreading throughout the entire ship via the Communicator. His voice was filled with ferocity and determination, like a cornered beast making its final stand.
"All Orcs! Prepare for a jump assault! Let that Knight Errant witness... the power of the orcs! Ahhhhh!" With Huda'hu's furious roar, every orc who heard the sound was enveloped in a primal fervor. Their eyes gleamed with a savage light, an uncontrollable rage and power boiling within them, as if the ancient fighting instincts in their bloodline had been fully awakened.
The atmosphere on the ship became more heated, and the orcish crew became rough and disorderly. They picked up anything at hand that could be used as a weapon, whether it was a metal rod, an old-fashioned firearm, or a crude axe. Every face was filled with a fighting spirit, ready to engage in the upcoming bloody battle.
Under Huda'hu's command, this chaotic and wild group of orcs found a common purpose. They were ready to demonstrate the indomitable fighting spirit and savage power of the orcs in their own way. At this moment, the orcish ship was no longer a high-tech armed vessel, but a fierce beast ready to tear apart any enemy.
Chao'X led fighter squadron, upon receiving Huda'hu's command, accelerated without hesitation towards the direction of the knight mecha. Their machines left streaks in the sky, like the tracks left by a beast sprinting. Each fighter pushed its engine to the limit, aiming to create more chaos for the ground orc warriors.
Meanwhile, Pierre, leading the ground forces, was instantly driven by a savage force upon hearing Huda'hu's command. He dropped the mangled corpse in his hand, turned to face the approaching mecha in the distance, and stared fiercely at the giant figure with eyes full of bloodlust and madness. He angrily raised his blood-stained giant axe and shouted challenges and fury to all the orc warriors who could hear him.
"Brothers! Charge towards that iron beast! Show your courage and strength! Let those weak creatures hidden in steel armor witness the glory of the beastmen!" Pierre's roar was like a battle cry, stirring the fighting spirit of every beastman warrior. They were like unleashed wild beasts, wielding their weapons and rushing towards the direction of the knight mech armor, creating a breathtaking scene of barbaric aura and fearless courage on the battlefield.
Pierre led the charge like a storm on the battlefield, his grenade gun emitting a series of flashes, firing rounds of ammunition at the Knight Errant. Every pull of the trigger was accompanied by his rugged roar and uncontrollable madness. Under his leadership, the beastmen displayed unprecedented speed and strength, running across the open land like wild animals, their momentum and astonishing fighting spirit making everything around them seem insignificant.
In the midst of this surging frenzy, Razal chose to hide. He hid in an abandoned house, observing the outside world through the cracks in the window. As he watched the figures of the orcs gradually recede, his heart was filled with tranquility. The broken axe in his hand, never stained with blood, symbolized his discordant existence in this war. As the flames and clamor of battle gradually faded, Razal enjoyed this brief peace. He tossed the broken axe aside and his heart was filled with contemplation and uncertainty about the future, but at least in this moment, he was safe.
Razal stood in the abandoned house, looking out through the dusty and blood-stained windows at the world consumed by war. Everywhere there were the bodies of orcs and humans, and flames were everywhere, illuminating the dismal scene before him. He couldn't help but ask himself, does such slaughter and plunder really have meaning? Is an orc's life destined to be spent in bloodshed and violence, following the instinctive impulse, without ever having space for order and reason?
Razal took off the worn-out glasses from his face, attempting to clean them with the dirty sleeve of his clothes. However, no matter how hard he wiped, the indescribable dirt seemed to have merged into every fiber of the glasses, just like the doubts and confusion in his heart, which seemed to never be resolved no matter how hard he tried. His state of mind was complex, filled with both incomprehension and disgust towards the endless atrocities of his own kind, as well as confusion about the future path. Razal knew deeply that he didn't fit into this world, but what could he do about it? He was just a beastman longing to understand the world, yet unable to find his place in this endless war.
Huda'hu manipulated his ship like an enraged beast, violently charging towards the Knight Errant. The space around the ship was filled with the continuous thunder of the covering cannons he ordered, pouring destructive force like a storm onto the mechs and the surrounding space. Outside the window, fighter jets were shot down in intense aerial combat, turning into fireballs and crashing down, with each brilliant explosion leaving a strange sense of pleasure in Huda'hu's eyes.
As the ship rocked violently due to intense combat, Huda'hu found a distorted sense of balance in this extreme state. He saw every fighter jet crash, every cannon explosion, and even the impacts on his own ship as essential parts of this insane game, with each detail making his blood boil.
His desire for this battle reached almost pathological levels. To him, this was not just a fight, but a display of savage orcish nature and strength, a chance to seek thrills in the Chao'X and prove his immense power. But behind this, lay his deep-seated unease and fear of facing unknown enemies and possible defeat, using this madness to mask his vulnerability. In that moment, he cast aside all reason, driven only by savage instinct to charge forward, towards that mech, towards an unknown fate.
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