The City Of Liverpool.
The Outskirts Of Liverpool Battle Line.
"Roooooooaaaaaarrrr!"
The colossal scrap armoured Squiggoth blindly charged towards the first trench. Its desire for blood and violence shined clearly from its yellow-orange eyes. A herd of it's lesser Squig brethren followed closely as they used it's massive and not to mention armoured form as a means of cover from the hail of bullets that were coming from Liverpool's human defenders. The Squiggoth didn't care that its lesser brethren nor the hundreds of Ork boyz lead by the Warboss was using it as a living shield all it cared about was savagely slaughtering every single human that stood between it and the city.
"Fire at that overgrown S.O.B before it can reach the first trench!"
The Squiggoth roared. As an unaccountable number of bullets fired from multiple rifles slammed into its scrap armour plating. Though unfortunately for the soldiers defending Liverpool, their shots lacked the penetrating power necessary to pierce the armour and damage the green flesh of the massive Ork beast. Releasing another mighty roar the Squiggoth using a more primitive version of WAAGH! Energy manipulation to send the herd of lesser Squigs charging out of their cover and race towards the first trench which was only a few meters away thanks to the Squiggoth providing cover for its brethren.
"Shit it called in some of its ugly little friends for backup!"
The armoured Squiggoth snarled at the British soldiers its bulky form casting a giant shadow over the first trench. The beast tried to slam its head into the trench in a desire to eat the humans currently trying to fight off its lesser kin that had managed to jump into the tench line. Only to roar in frustration when it's massive tusks prevented it from actually reaching the soldiers. Thankfully this problem was solved by some biker boyz, who raced past the Squiggoth on their modified bikes that were pushed away passed what could be considered safe for anyone with a working brain and tossed some grenades. Which violently exploded, sending guts, blood and human body parts flying into the air.
The sight of such carnage filled the Squiggoth with savage glee without any hesitation it snapped some of the body parts out of the air. It's powerful jaws greedily chowing the human remains into nothing more than fragmented bones and paste then swallowed after savouring the rich meaty flavour. The only evidence that the beast had just devoured humans was the red stains covering it's sharp shark-like teeth. Craving more meat and violence the Squiggoth charged over the first trench completely ignoring the soldiers fighting. Below its feet, its mindset on entering the city where its sensitive nose could smell the cluster of humans hidden within Liverpool.
Let its lesser kin have the humans within the deep trenches that it couldn't reach the Squiggoth would find a much better meal within the defended city. However, it would have to first get past the crowd of soldiers. Plus some annoying tanks before it could go off and find the helpless civilians that were unaware of the Orks presence nor their desire to murder everything within Liverpool until there was nothing left but a ruined city and horde of bloodthirsty Orks.
The Squiggoth certainly looked forward to the slaughter!
Meanwhile Near The Command Bunker.
Goldberg's face was set into a grim expression as he saw the Squiggoth smash its way through the trench lines. Its massive size combined with the thick layers of plated scrap amour made it almost impossible for the soldiers at the front line nor those based at the remaining two trenches to stop the hulking beast as it charged straight through their defences like they weren't even there. To make matters worse, the Squigs have managed to enter the first trench line. From the sounds of human screaming that he could hear coming from there, it wasn't going so well for his soldiers. It wouldn't have been so bad if those cursed Ork bikers weren't throwing countless grenades into the trenches then speeding off before the soldiers could retaliate. The amount of blood and guts sent flying into the air was so great that many officers next to him had turned away to throw up their lunches.
"The first trench is compromised," Goldberg's tone was utterly emotionless as he addressed the officers and Shepherd, who was still firing at the approaching Ork horde. "Radio the commanding officers that are leading the soldiers within the first trench and order them to evacuate with as many men as they are able to gather and reinforce the second trench." A junior officer saluted the General before racing back into the bunker to relay his orders to the men currently fighting on the front lines. Hopefully the message will reach those fighting before the Orks entirely overrun the first trench and slaughter every remaining human that was unlucky enough to still be within the first trench.
"Shepherd take some of our finest men and go deal with that ugly beast currently attacking some of our tank units."
"Sir, yes, sir!" Shepherd saluted professionally to his direct superior before rushing off to gather a squad to deal with the rampaging Squiggoth. It was suicide yet the captain still dutifully ran off to battle against the rampaging beast Goldberg made a mental note to have Shepherd go through a mental examination by a trained psychiatrist followed shortly after with a shiny medal for undoubtable bravery after this battle against the Orks was over. Speaking of the green brutes, the General saw a large number of them excitedly enter the first trench no doubt those green skins were enjoying the carnage and relentless killing they're inflicting upon the soldiers still fighting within that trench.
Still there was a miniature war happening right before the British army and Goldberg couldn't allow the trapped soldiers within the first trench to distract him from leading the men and women under his command to victory.
"Contact the officer commanding our tank squads and tell him to ignore that massive armoured beast and instead concentrate all their firepower on the Orks infantry!" Goldberg grim expression worsened when more explosive boulders came crashing into the second and first trench lines it was a minor miracle that the Orks seemed to have such lousy aim. However, the green brutes made up for this weakness by saturating an area with loads of bullets, bombs and whatever weapon of mass destruction they could get their brutish hands upon.
To add further insult to injury, the looted Ork tanks have finally entered an acceptable firing range and were now bombarding anything that doesn't appear to be an Ork. There was so much human plus Ork blood and guts covering the earth that much of it was quickly turning into mud. Not that the Orks seemed to care about the smell of death and rotting corpses. If anything seeing such things excited them even more and with a giant scream of their battle cry, the green tide jumped out of the first trench. And they hurriedly charged towards the second to brutally murder every single human that was bravely defending the city of Liverpool.
Fortunately for the British soldiers the tank squads that had managed to disengage with the rampaging Squiggoth choose that time to fire upon the green tide. Massive tank shells slammed into the Orks ranks killing mostly squigs yet managed to blast apart many boyz that had the lousy luck to be hit by the storm of tank shells. Sadly Warboss Lana had a counter against the tank squads, and within seconds a dome of green energy maintained by the weirdboyz surrounded the WAAAGH!band protecting them from the British armies tanks.
"All tank units cease fire!" Goldberg screamed into a radio that a junior officer had been delivered to him so that the General could better deliver his orders to the various commanding officers spread throughout the battlefield.
"Every able-bodied soldier within the second trench fall back to the third and prepared to engage the Orks!" The General watch through his binoculars as thousands of soldiers retreated from the second trench. Some however choose to stay behind to buy time for any injured comrades to get to the third trench their sacrifice wouldn't be forgotten Goldberg would make sure of it. As for the Aurors, the General witnessed a few of them teleporting across the battlefield to rescue some of the trapped soldiers that couldn't evacuate in time.
"Well at least they're making themselves useful." Goldberg softly whispered before frowning when he noticed some of the Aurors weren't participating in the battle.
"Where is the representative of the ministry of magic?!" The General asked the commanding and junior officers surrounding him. An answer came from a senior officer that was commanding a front line infantry that was currently engaging the Orks in a deadly melee. Though sadly for the defenders of Liverpool Orks were a more physically stronger race than humans which meant that the green skins nine times out of ten were wining those frantic and savage engagements. Slaughtering everything in their way and drawing closer to the command bunker.
"I overheard him saying to captain Shepherd that he was going to take a squad of Aurors and try to destroy the enemies catapults!"
Goldberg mentally cursed the Auror in charge of leading the Auror squads and made a note to chew the arrogant fool out for going off to engage the enemy without his permission. Though if the Aurors actually took down those catapults then the Orks fast ranged artillery would be gone thus allowing for his soldiers to leave the trenches without the fear of exploding boulders suddenly landing on top of them.
"Welp lets hope they remove those catapults soon," Goldberg watched as a huge Slugga boy bisected a brave soldiers in half at the waist allowing for the poor man's entails to spill onto the ground swiftly turning it into mud. "Otherwise will have to retreat into the city and engage these bastards in guerrilla warfare." It went without saying that idea was terrible since the Orks were stronger than humans and were far more willing to charge into a blood-soaked battlefield then the British soldiers.
"Let's hope that it doesn't come to that, Sir." An officer nervously said while firing a pistol at a small horde of Gretchinz. The little bastards screamed with delight at the sudden violence against them and hurriedly charged into a group of soldiers, who could only scream in surprise as the children sized creatures violently ripped them apart into bloody chunks of meat.
"We might not have a choice if those catapults aren't dealt with lieutenant." The General bluntly told his subordinate while firing his rifle into anything remotely green.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!"
"What the hell was that?!" A scared sergeant asked out load whilst the ground beneath them rumbled like a miniature earthquake.
"I'll give you one guess, sergeant." Goldberg's grimly stared towards the most prominent tank of the Ork army. Where a certain Warboss had just jumped off of the scavenged vehicle and was swiftly making her way towards the command bunker ruthlessly slaughtering everything and anything that was dumb enough that tried getting in her way, it was evident to the General that allowing Lana to reach the command bunker would be a terrible idea, especially when she was so effortlessly massacring highly trained British soldiers.
"God damn it," Goldberg fired upon Lana unfortunately the bullets were instantly melted by the burning green-yellow flames that were surrounding the bloodthirsty Warbosses form. "Attention all infantry units that currently not engaged with the Ork forces concentrate your fire upon their leader!" A storm of bullets answered his call yet much like before the shots melted into nothingness before they could even touch Lana's armour.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Iz 'dat all ya gitz got!?" The General gritted his teeth as Lana shattered a soldier's skull with just a single strike of her armoured fist brain matter and bone fragments were sent flying everywhere. "I'z get betta fightz from ma gretchinz!" The Warboss laughed with mad glee while bathing the area surrounding her in an inferno of green-yellow flames thanks to the flamethrower attached to her arm. Many tried to run from the inferno only to be incinerated a moment later when the Warboss pointed the flamethrower at their retreating forms.
The battle for Liverpool was genuinely starting to heat up.
Meanwhile At The Site Where The Ork Catapults Were Located.
"Hurry up yer gitz 'da Warboss wantz more 'plosions an' more dakka!" A muscular and 6'8 tall Mekboy bellowed angrily at the gretchinz that were given to him by the Warboss to help load and fire the catapults.
The large group of gretchinz yelped in fright. "Yes, boss! weez get right on it boss!" The head Gretchen nervously said while using a wrench to tighten a random catapults bolts. Once the Mekboy was sure that the gretchinz were doing their jobs properly, he stomped away from the catapults. He headed to where his personal bike was located planning to modify the vehicle even further than it already was. Though as he stomped towards his motorcycle, neither the Mekboy nor the gretchinz working the catapults were aware of a squad comprising of five Aurors were watching them from behind a nearby house.
The Auror that was representing the ministry and currently leading this assault squad poked his head out of cover to get a better look at the catapults.
"Okay there's only fifteen catapults spaced out randomly throughout the area." The lead Auror whispered to his fellow Aurors while ducking back into cover to avoid being noticed by the hulking Mekboy that was now working on a bike. "If we hurry and blast them with a couple of blasting spells then we might just make it back in time to capture Potter before anyone else." The lead Auror inwardly shivered with excitement at the thought of capturing Potter before any of the other Auror teams and getting praise from Cornelius Fudge for putting a stop to Potter's rampage before she exposed the wizarding world to the muggle world.
"We'll need a diversion then." Said the only female member of the squad. "Because if that ugly son of a bitch near the bike comes after us then we're in for a long and drawn-out fight." The others voiced their agreements, and even the lead Auror had to accept her point of view. Since getting in a fight with the Mekboy, or those gretchinz wasn't a good idea especially if he wanted to capture Potter and get out of the battlefield of Liverpool without general Goldberg interfering with the extraction of the last member of the noble house of Potter.
"Alright, but how are we gonna distract them?" The lead Aurore inquired to his subordinate.
The women grimly stared at the group while fingering her wand. "Two of us are going to have to explode that bike and get that overgrown green brute to chase after them." The four males of the group grimaced at the prospect of being chased by the colossal Mekboy yet knowing that time was running out for the muggles bravely defending Liverpool they reluctantly agreed to the plan.
"Fine since it's your plan, then you'll got with Michael and distract that monster." The lead Auror wasn't about to risk his own skin against that Mekboy, and if by some miracle those two somehow actually managed to kill it, then he can just take the credit for everything.
The witch's face showed displeasure yet nodded in acceptance. "Alright, wait here and don't come out until me and Michael have lured that thing away." The two Aurors quietly moved away from the house using concealment charms to hide their presence from the busily working gretchinz until they were at the proper location to blast the bike and get the hell out of there.
It took only a minute to arrive at their destination, and once the two Aurors were ready, the witch fired the spell that would enrage the Mekboy to the point of pursuing them to the ends of the earth.
"Bombarda Maxima!"
The powerful exploding charm flew from the witch's wand tip and slammed violently into the bike that the Mekboy had been carefully working on. The vehicle in question exploded in a violent display of molten shrapnel and raging hot flames. Unfortunately for magic users the Mekboy emerged from the fire with an enraged expression and bits of sharp metal piercing random parts of his green flesh. To worsen matters the concealment charms hiding them from the Mekboy stopped working, allowing the big Ork to see who had just destroyed his precious bike.
Needless to say that he wasn't happy to see them.
"Ya gitz are gunna pay for dis!" The Mekboy roared madly while stomping towards the two Aurors with bloodlust and murder shining within his yellow-orange eyes. A few of the nearby gretchinz join the Mekboy as the prospect of violence was quite appealing to them.
"Sorry we can't stay we've got an important meeting with the prime minister!" The witch yelled back in a mocking tone while she and her partner legged it down the road. The Mekboy chased after the duo whilst being followed closely by the gretchinz, who were all carrying knives, small guns and anything else that might be used as a weapon. As for the other wizards they patiently waited until the Mekboy, and his underlings vanished from view before leaving their cover.
"Okay, we've got to move quickly and destroy these catapults before any of those Orks come back." The trio of wizards pointed the tips of their wands at the catapults ready to fire a hail of explosive charms.
"Rooooooaaaaarrr!"
Unfortunately a certain Ork nob that had been hiding nearby chose that moment to interfere with their plan and violently slammed his recently upgraded chain-axe into the skull of an unsuspecting wizard. Blood, brain matter and bone were sent flying everywhere covering the nob and the two remaining wizards in a storm of fresh blood.
"Yer boyz' wouldn't be mess'n wit' our katapukts!" Darkly hissed SkullBreaka whilst lifting his prized axe away from the now dead wizard's skull allowing the corpse to fall onto the cold hard ground with a small thump. A pool of hot blood was rapidly pooling around its form much to the horror of the two surviving wizards.
"Shit! Where did he come from?!" The subordinate Auror fearfully asked his leader.
"Who cares just blast him!" The leader Auror exclaimed while firing a barrage of spells at SkullBreaka, who nimbly dodged the hail of deadly attacks while pulling out a massive gun from his waist and returned fire. Thankfully the subordinate wizard was fast enough to cast a shield spell to block the huge bullets that violently slammed into the magical shield. Within mere moments the wizards had exhausted much of their magic in trying to murder the mob, who had smartly taken cover behind a catapult.
"Yer gitz have ta do betta dan dis if ya want ta kill me!" SkullBreaka tauntingly called out from his cover while reloading his gun with ammo.
"Yeah, well at least we aren't hiding behind cover like a coward!" The subordinate Auror shouted back.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The subordinate Aurors taunt turned out to be the wrong thing to say as SkullBreaka in a truly astounding feat of Orkish strength kicked the catapult he was hiding behind. Sending it flying across the battlefield and crashing into the subordinate Auror instantly crushing the fool to death, leaving only the leader Auror to face the nob.
"Damn it the fool just couldn't keep his mouth shut." The leader Auror snarled while firing more spells at SkullBreaka. It was a futile effort as even with heavy armour the Ork nob was far faster than the only remaining wizard and could easily dodge the lacklustre spells being fired upon him. Within moments SkullBreaka closed the distance between them once close enough the Ork raised his chain-axe ready to strike the foolish man down once and for all.
"Die Stick git!" SkullBreaka'z axe came crashing down with deadly force. It was only thanks to the lead Auror putting up a shield that saved his life. Though unfortunately the protection was too weak to stop the axe entirely. With a roar of grinding metallic teeth, the axe severed the wizard's wand arm causing the limb to fall onto the ground whilst blood burst out of the wizard's wound. The man didn't have time to scream before SkullBreaka severed his head from his body, causing even more blood to soak the earth.
"Ah, now 'dat'z was a gud fight." The nob chuckled with savage glee while kneeling and taking the trio of wizards wands as trophies. Once the wands were secured to his belt, SkullBreaka returned to a standing position and not a moment too soon as the Mekboy returned to the area though notable he had come back without the gretchinz.
"wherez 'da otha stick 'umiez Snap'trap?" The nob asked the Mekboy, who seemed very unhappy at the moment.
Said Mekboy grunted in frustration. "Dey jus disappeared whilst I'z was chas'n im," Snap'trap muttered a series of Orkish curses while going over to the down catapult to try fixing it. "Even worse dey 'ploded ma boyz before vanish'n." This news highly displeased SkullBreaka since those were the only gretchinz that had stayed back to help the Mekboy operate the catapults without them then firing the explosive boulders was now out of the question. Releasing an annoyed growl, SkullBreaka headed off towards Liverpool while gesturing for Snap'trap to follow.
"Let'z get outta ere an' go join 'da othaz at 'da city." The two muscular Orks raced down the road leaving behind the now useless catapults and the magical duo that had escaped Snap'trap and had been hiding behind another house the whole time. Once they were sure that the Orks were gone the two left the safety of the building and walked over to the lifeless forms of their former comrades.
"Well this situation certainly went to shit pretty fast, huh." Softly whispered the witch as she kneeled to close the eyes or what remained of the eyes of the trio of wizards.
"Yeah," agreed Micheal while gently pulling his partner onto her feet. "Come on Tonks lets get out of here more of those things show up." Without putting up much resistance, Tonks allow Micheal to use his magic to teleport them away from the battlefield. Though not before destroying the catapults with a few well placed Bombarda maximas' it was a bit of a hollow victory as there weren't any Orks to defend them yet after the deaths of three comrades the duo was just glad that the catapults were dealt with. They just hoped that the muggles were doing okay against the main Ork army.
Back to the main battlefield.
Warboss Lana was beyond ecstatic as she gleefully carved threw multiple soldiers that tied standing between her and the British command bunker. Some had fallen to her flamethrower others died from being severed in half by her new trusty chain-sword which made a beautiful sound as it ripped apart anything that got in its way. Even BloodFang join the fun throwing knives that pierced through skulls or sometimes human hands. Which forced the defenders to drop their weapons this allowed for the Slugga boyz to brutally kill the defenders that had suddenly lost their weapons thanks to BloodFang's master marksmanship.
"Come on, boyz!" Lana bellowed to her WAAAGH!Band whilst slaughtering anyone that got too close. "Da biggest battle uv our livez iz right before us," the Warboss jumped into the air and kicked a full-grown man's head clean off sending it crashing onto the second trench much to the terror of the human defenders. "Let'z showz im why 'da Orks are 'da biggest an' 'da strongest!"
"WAAAAAAAAAGH!"
"Da Orks are 'da biggest an' 'da strongest!"
"For 'da Warboss let'z WAAAGH! Boyz!"
"Harda, fasta, stronga 'da WAAAAGH! Iz eternal!"
"Let'z get im!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Lana sigh in ecstasy as she charged alongside the Silva locust WAAAGH!Band if there was a heaven then for her and the boyz this was it constant violence, bloodshed, unending warfare and best of all defeating the enemy and taking as many trophies as possible from their rotting corpses. The battle was even better than she had expected it to be especially when Lana saw the Aurors teleporting about the place yet she'll go after them later right now all that mattered was enjoying the slaughter with her boyz.
"Alright boyz let'z showz im wot weez got!" Lana bellowed while jumping into the second trench. And consequently activating the ward traps that Goyle Sr had set up before the battle had commenced. Within mere seconds the whole battlefield was bathed in bright white light.
The magical trap has finally been sprung.