Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

Chapter 91: Orc's War Moon (Subscribe)

Chapter 91 Orc's War Moon (for subscription)

The void battlefield is extremely chaotic, with lasers and torpedoes everywhere.

The orc fleet and the human fleet fought fiercely.

It can be the moment when the subspace rift appears.

Everyone in the empire still involuntarily looked at the crack in the subspace that released a strong brilliance.

A ship was designed by the emperor himself ten thousand years ago, and it was built in the subspace. The colossus made of fine gold and marble passed through the big rift and appeared in front of everyone.

The majestic eagle with wings forms the bow of his ship, and the hull is inlaid with exquisite statues and temples.

That is a starship, unmatched by any ship on the battlefield.

In the vast galaxy, only a unparalleled hero can be worthy of this battleship.

The Queen of Glory, the flagship of the Thirteen Primarchs, the Glory of Macragge arrived at the battlefield at this moment.

It is a symbol of the empire, and wherever it goes, it represents the victory of mankind.

All the imperial ships cheered excitedly with the appearance of this Queen of Glory class battleship.

All voices were shouting a person's name.

Guilliman.

Esther couldn't hide the tears on her face.

Even if he had undergone nerve adjustment surgery, his excited heart broke through the shackles of reason at this moment.

What an honor it is to have the Primarch here.

Swarms of battleships jumped out of the subspace following Macragge's Glory.

Any one of them is enough to determine the outcome of a space station.

At this moment, they all centered on the Macragge's Glory, forming an indestructible spear that was bound to destroy all enemies.

It was too late to wait for Geller's force field to close, and this huge imperial fleet joined the battlefield.

Fiery rays of light hit the tail and flanks of the orc battleship.

Rows of torpedoes are fan-shaped, drawing deadly tracks in space.

Followed by high-yield nuclear missiles, rushing out of the launch port densely.

The tail flame of the propeller draws a huge net in the void, enveloping the enemies along the way.

Intense flames lit up in the orc fleet.

The orc ships caught off guard were burned to ashes in the face of the terrible firepower of the imperial fleet.

The deadly high temperature and explosive power of the nuclear bomb were compressed into an extremely small range, no matter how thick the orc battleship was, it would be difficult to resist.

The triggered torpedo burst into flames, engulfing the small orc warship in an instant.

Lances rip through orc ships like butter, reducing them to cosmic wreckage.

When the orc leader was furious due to the sudden attack and wanted to roar angrily at the despicable shrimps.

The exploding battleship dealt them another huge blow.

A large number of ships are implicated.

Accompanied by a series of explosions, the space battlefield was quickly filled with debris, forming a rapidly expanding metal cloud with a diameter of tens of thousands of kilometers.

The plasma reactor of the orc battleship exploded again and again.

The brilliant flames illuminated the rapidly expanding metal cloud.

It looks like a huge gloomy orc face, roaring silently towards the void.

During the interval between explosions, the light of metallic magma made the metallic cloud look like a blood-stained sunset.

The orcs raised the power of the battleship's plasma reactor to a critical point, and drove the engine to run wildly at the risk of overheating and explosion at any time.

They want to turn their bulky warships around to deal with emerging threats.

This is a big no-no for the space battlefield.

Never leave your flanks and rear to the enemy.

Esther didn't waste the opportunity created by the Primarch.

Under her amazing commanding ability, the fleeing imperial warships gathered quickly and completed the reorganization at an astonishing speed.

The battleships adjusted their distance with a high degree of tacit understanding, and gathered into a whole that advances and retreats as a whole.

Under her command, the human warships that were originally scattered on the long front quickly formed an attack formation ready to go.

Fighting on their own, the chaotic orc warships had no way of resisting this huge and uniform offensive.

One after another orc warships disappeared in the explosion.

Even the larger and more well-organized orc fleet ushered in the most miserable failure.

The remaining orc ships try to escape to planet Ramiris 1.

But the fleet of the empire is like a pack of wolves hunting.

"Burn them up among the stars, there is no existence that can challenge the dignity of our race."

Guilliman's voice resounded through the communications of every battleship, deep and powerful, and exciting.

Countless people cheered for this.

The fleet obeyed his orders, torpedoes, missiles, and lances pouring down on the ork ships floating among the wreckage.

The formation of fighter planes flew out of the hangar of the combat mooring ship, dragged the tail flames and rushed into the dark void, flying in the clouds among the metal and rocks.

The pilots of the fighter formation soon found a huge orc warship struggling among the wreckage.

The hull of the battleship has been torn out a huge wound, but the orcs are still trying to restart the engine of the battleship.

The formation of fighter planes launched an attack around it, inserted through the huge gap, and launched an attack on the core room of the battleship.

The melta bomb ripped through the shield of the reactor.

Uncontrolled plasma gushes out from every gap.

The particle flame ignited everything it could touch.

Even steel melts at high temperatures.

After the strike was completed, the fighter jets left the ten-kilometer-long orc warship and continued to search for new targets.

The dying orc battleship also died completely.

The huge body disintegrated under the enveloping flames, and the bright flames illuminated the huge metal cloud again, becoming a part of the huge pile of debris.

The remaining orc fleet fled with difficulty, and a large number of metal fragments blocked their way forward.

The wreckage fragments that exploded and flew out from other battleships have huge potential energy. Once hit, it is very likely that the hull will be broken.

A few hours later, there was no longer an active orc warship in the huge metal cloud.

Even the orc warships that escaped were overtaken and destroyed by the imperial fleet.

The metal clouds formed by the explosions of these battleships quickly merged with the expanding large clouds, forming a silent grave.

The orc space force in the Ramiris galaxy was wiped out quickly after the reinforcements brought by Guilliman joined the battlefield.

As the last orc warship disintegrated in space, the bright flames declared the official end of the space battle.

The orcs on the ground were in a mess.

They lost all space power.

means that they have become lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the hands of mankind.

There are no traces of humans on planet Ramiris 1.

There is no need for ground combat.

Guilliman directly launched the extermination order, allowing the fleet to carry out extermination bombing on the ground.

After the extermination bombing is over, let the surface troops enter and do the final cleanup.

Using the new technology brought by Guilliman, it is not difficult to reshape the life system of the planet.

Even an extinction order can restore the ecological environment within twenty years.

Under the saturation bombing of the fleet, planet Ramiris 1 has completely become a dead place.

Even germs and viruses were utterly slain by the terrifying force of the Empire.

Wait until all the dust settles.

The head of the Silver Skull Chapter - Opal and Admiral Iser boarded the Glory of Macragge and were received by the Primarch.

They were arranged to wait in a hall.

Opal asked his company commanders to stand in a row, and asked them to keep their armor as clean and tidy as possible.

He stood at the front, acting a little nervous.

The Argent Skulls have not yet received a private audience from the Primarch.

They only saw the Primarch at the Primarch's Pledge.

Never thought that one day, they would get such a close interview.

Esther didn't get well there either.

She, who would not be moved by an extermination order, was acting uneasy at this time.

"I'm a little worried that I will be rude in front of the Primarch." Iser stood next to Opal and whispered, "In that case, it would be really embarrassing for me, I hope I won't commit such a low-level crime. mistake."

Yeser stood beside Opal, and the height comparison between the two was like a child standing next to a giant man.

She has to look up to talk to Opal.

And Opal had to lower his head to see Esther next to him.

"I'm no better than you." Opal said in a low voice, "I can feel my hands sweating, and I feel more uneasy than when I was facing the traitor of Chaos."

"What are you afraid of?" Esther asked with great interest.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just worried that the Primarch will scold me for my rudeness, and that he will forget who I am. That would be so frustrating. I'm fighting so hard and no one remembers my name."

Opal said in a low voice, from his tone, it can be felt that these are very serious.

When Iser heard what he said, the anxiety in her heart disappeared, and she smiled instead.

She has been working with the Argent Skulls for a long time.

Before every battle, these guys are always talking about it.

There will also be tarot divination.

Esther never expected that such brave and fearless people would have a day of uneasiness.

"I thought you didn't know what fear is?" Iser shrugged, with a rare hint of ridicule in his tone.

"This is not out of fear, but out of respect for the Primarch." Opal said.

"This is fear. Don't use other excuses to deny it. You are worried that you have been forgotten by the Primarch, right? After all, the Primarch has so many jobs. He manages the entire empire, and he has to devote himself to formulating strategic plans and commanding battles."

"You worry that you are insignificant, and have long been regarded by the Primarch as someone not worth remembering."

Yeser looked at Opal's side face, if there were no shocking wounds, he must be very handsome.

Every space warrior is very handsome, they have inherited the charm of the father of genes.

These big guys are the fantasy lovers of many noble ladies.

After all, he is a muscular, tall, mighty, and charming man.

Can always be liked by those noble ladies who have money but can't be satisfied.

As long as they are willing to hook their fingers, there will be many ladies in the empire who are crazy about it.

What saddens many noblewomen in the empire is that these tall and mighty warriors are never emotional, and they don't even want to take a second look at their well-dressed makeup and **** figures.

They are cold and cruel, always maintaining reason.

Esther once also thought that they would never be moved by anything, they were as cold as robots.

But now, she knew she was wrong.

They will be as uneasy as ordinary people, for fear that they will not be recognized by the Primarch.

"The silver skull is never afraid. We are always loyal to the Emperor. No matter what the reason is, we will fight for the Primarch, even if the Primarch doesn't recognize or remember us." Opal said.

Esther was about to say something more, when a heavy footstep came.

Many Ultramarines standing in the hall knelt down on one knee.

Opal and his warriors also learned to kneel on one knee to salute.

Esther turned her head to look, and found a tall figure walking in surrounded by guards.

Seeing the other person's face, she hurriedly knelt down on one knee to salute.

Esther's heart was pounding.

It feels like the heart will pop out in the next second.

"Get up, you don't need to salute." Guilliman's voice was very low and full of charm, making people want to listen.

"You have achieved very good results. Captain Opal, Lieutenant General Iser, you have perfectly executed my strategic arrangement. If it weren't for your tactics, this victory would never have been so easy."

Guilliman walked up to Opal, helped him and Iser up, patted his shoulder armor, and said with a smile.

"I also heard about what you did in the Yelia galaxy. You faithfully fulfilled my order and saved a group of imperial civilians who were enslaved."

"This kind of behavior made the people of the empire realize that my expedition is not simply to maintain the rule of the empire, but to protect the survival of mankind. I have to express my sincere thanks and commendations to you."

"My lord, this is our duty, and it is not worthy of your praise." When Opal heard the Primarch casually mentioning his name and achievements, a trace of excitement surged in his heart.

The exploits of the Silver Skull are remembered by the Primarch.

"If such achievements and actions are not worthy of praise, then is there anything worthy of commendation in the many battles of the Indomitable Expedition? To commend those stupid politicians, or commend those mercenary businessmen?"

“It’s right that the world should be rewarded for doing the right thing.”

Guilliman patted Opal on the shoulder again, then turned and walked towards the main seat in the hall.

It was a huge marble chair, with the imperial double-headed eagle logo carved on the back of the chair, and it was specially gilded, looking low, luxurious, and restrained.

The chair is specially customized for the Primarch, ordinary people simply cannot use such a big chair.

Guilliman sat on it, like an ancient king sitting on his throne,

"Thank you for your compliment." Opal looked excited.

He could feel the sincerity of the Primarch's words, and a burning pride burned within him.

"You have made outstanding contributions to the empire. This is undeniable. When the orc warlords are completely resolved, I will personally award you the Medal of Honor."

Hearing this, Esther and Opal smiled.

This is definitely a great honor.

But before he was happy for a while, Guilliman, who was sitting in the main seat, continued to speak.

"Of course, because of my busy schedule, I can only award medals to the ten chapter leaders with the most outstanding achievements. Others will be handed over to other people to award. I hope that one of the ten places will be you .”

"The leader of the Opal Chapter, Lieutenant General Yiser, tell me, are you afraid of competition? If you are afraid, I can make an exception and give you a separate award?"

Guilliman looked at the two with a teasing smile on his face.

"No, my lord, the silver skull is never weaker than others." Opal stood up and said, "We will win that spot with dignity."

"That's great." Guilliman smiled, "Then get ready, the fleet will set off for the Gorod galaxy in three days, and it is expected to launch a full-scale attack on the orc warlords in two weeks. Are you passionate about fighting?"

"Yes, my lord, the fire of our fighting spirit will never go out." Opal said firmly.

"Then I look forward to your performance." Guilliman said with a smile.

Glory of Macragge, training room.

Economist Reddy stands outside the training cage.

She tried not to be too scared to run away.

To be honest, she really wanted to turn around and leave.

The training in the training cage is very brutal, just looking at it is scary.

And inside the training cage, Fickris is being trained.

He only wore a piece of clothing that covered his lower body, exposing his muscular upper body.

Bronze-colored muscle mass looks like gold and iron, with clear outlines and looks very visually impactful.

Muscles perfectly fit every movement, representing Phikles' control over his body to a sensational level.

As long as he is willing, he can burst out the power of this muscular body at any time, defeating all enemies in a devastating manner.

After Phikris clicked the rune button to confirm the training.

The door of the cage where the fighter slave was stored was slowly opened.

The machine slave who walked into the training ground looked sluggish and stiff, so stupid.

Its eyes look imbecile and lifeless, and the corners of its mouth are still drooling.

This is the brass device embedded on its back, a side effect of the combat medicine injected into its body.

Half of the machine slave's skull was replaced by steel, and the eyes were also replaced with mechanical prosthetic eyes.

One arm was injected with a large amount of growth agents, which was enhanced to an inhuman level.

The contours of those muscles are almost comparable to the waist of an ordinary person.

Its elbow was cut off in half, and an extremely sharp long sword was implanted.

The other arm was replaced with a mechanical one, and a circular sawtooth was installed.

Piston levers are installed on the legs to provide stronger explosive power.

Reddy stood outside the training cage, watching Phikris activate the machine slave.

Accompanied by a surge of electric current, the machine slave's body trembled.

The originally sluggish fighter slave instantly became a murderous machine that only exists to kill its opponents.

Before Reddy could react, the trainer slave launched an attack on Phikris.

The sawtooth rotating at a high speed streaked across the air, and there were bursts of ear-piercing, air-tearing sounds.

Phikris swung his sword to block, and a series of sparks burst out.

The communication device implanted in the fighter slave's chest roared like a beast.

After the sawtooth was blocked, the other hand of the machine slave launched an attack.

The sharp sword inlaid on the arm reflected a cold light under the light.

The machine slave used the mechanical prosthetic eye to lock on the weak point of Phikris, and directly slashed at his arm.

The movement is smooth, fast and precise, which forms an absurd contrast with the slowness and numbness just now.

The gaze of the machine slave is no longer dull and silent, full of mechanical viciousness and killing intent.

Reddy was so frightened that he took a few steps back subconsciously.

With such a brutal fight, I'm afraid that she will take her order in an instant.

Phikris ducked to avoid the brutal blow, and then stabbed the machine slave in the throat.

The long sword pierced the machine slave's throat, announcing the end of the training.

Very short.

The fight between the two sides was only between the light of the knife and the flint, and the winner of life and death was instantly separated.

The indicator light on the machine slave went out, and engine oil and blood flowed out from the long sword, but Phikris didn't pay attention to it.

There will be Chapter servants to pick up these things.

Reddy looked at the machine slave who was kneeling on the ground without moving, and couldn't help guessing what terrible crime this guy had committed to meet such a terrible fate.

However, Reddy didn't care about it.

The Emperor's Enemies are never worthy of mercy.

Fikris saw Reddy coming, he did not continue to release new machine slaves, but ended the training.

The iron door of the training cage was slowly opened, and Phikris stepped out.

"Sorry to bother you." Reddy handed over a towel.

"It's okay, how are you getting ready?" Phikris took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I contacted a top imperial baker, and he is coming from five hundred light years away. There is also a batch of fine wines, all of which are treasures. These wines come from my family's collection. In fact, I have never said that, My family is good at wine making, unfortunately, I have no interest in the family business, but I still managed to get some good wine."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Phikris said with a smile, "If there is good wine, the wild wolves in the fleet may be excited about it."

"The only question now is, do you know when we will celebrate the Primarch's birthday?" Reddy asked.

"I will figure this out. I checked the date from some sources. During the Great Crusade, the day when the Primarch was adopted by his adoptive parents was his birthday. If I estimate the time, it will probably be in the eradication After the orc warlord. If the exact date is not obtained, when the Primarch will hold a celebration, I will submit it together."

Phicles said.

"That's good, then I'll order people to get ready first." Reddy said.

Phikris nodded, "Go, if you have any problems, come to me, and I will try my best to help you solve it."

"Understood, Lord Phikris."

After finishing speaking, Reddy turned and left.

time flies.

Two weeks after the Battle of the Ramiris Galaxy.

Imperial ships are gathered in the icy darkness on the outskirts of the Gorod system.

They will deliver the coup de grace against the orc warlord-arsonists.

At the assembly point, a large number of ships travel through the warp every moment.

They centered on the Glory of Macragge, waiting for the final combat order.

The Primaris Space Marines of each chapter are also fully prepared.