Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 92: Sword Slashing Orc Warlords

 Communication ends.

   After reaching out to close the window, Calgar sat back in his command seat.

  The tactical holographic projection was turned on, showing him the deployment of the enemy's combat power and us in the entire Gorod galaxy.

  Primarch has already made a strategic deployment and only needs to follow the orders.

   "Lock on the orc's battle moon," Calgar said.

  Accompanied by his command, the computer-enslaved person and the thinker array trembled simultaneously.

  The indicator light placed on the dead body flickered rapidly, extremely fast.

   Massive amounts of data are frantically pouring into the dead brains of machine-enslaved people.

  The programmed logic code etched by the Mechanicus runs in these dead brains, allowing these sinners to continue to serve the empire in another way.

  The data is analyzed and split, finally presented as a picture again, appearing in front of Calgary.

  The holographic interface shows the cosmic scale of hundreds of millions of kilometers.

  In such a magnificent display of the structure of the universe, all the details and facilities of the target have been hidden.

   On the spherical coordinate system with the Colossus of Punishment as the origin, it is located in the Gorod galaxy. It is comparable to a natural satellite of the battle moon, only the size of a fist.

  A red halo emerged from the projection, turning into a lasso and enclosing the battle moon.

  A red dotted line connects the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment, which is about to launch the attack trajectory of the annihilation beam.

   "Star Destroyer Cannon Charged."

   After Calgary finished locking the target, he issued a new order.

   "The target has been locked, and the Star Destroyer Cannon is recharged."

  The communications director shouted into the communications window in front of him, relaying the Warlord's orders to every department of the Colossus.

  The Colossus of Heaven's Punishment has a diameter of thousands of kilometers. What a magnificent creation it is.

   This is a movable asteroid.

   It is the pinnacle of human technology.

  On the interior and surface of the Colossus, there are huge cities.

  These cities are not for people to live in.

   It is an energy pile used to power the Colossus of God's Punishment.

   It is too huge, so it looks like a city.

  The Colossus of Punishment placed 200 giant plasma reactors comparable to a city to power the Star Destroyer Cannon.

   Those huge mechanical devices are endless, like metal mountains, magnificent and shocking.

   Standing in front of those machines with a height of 100 meters or 1,000 meters, even God's Machine-Titan Driver driver will lament his insignificance.

   Following Calgar's order, the energy pipelines and indicating devices all roared.

  The ground shook slightly, and the lights flashed everywhere on the Colossus.

  The crew all ran to maintain the devices in their area.

  The officer whipped the careless and slow-moving crew members and asked them to work hard and seriously.

  They are the small cogs and screws of a vast war machine, and there is no way to know how magnificent the Colossus of God's Retribution is when it is running at full power.

   It can be seen from outer space that the primary energy road, comparable to mountains, runs through the entire Colossus of God's Punishment, collecting energy from various energy cities and sending them to the Star Destroyer Cannon.

   "The energy input is normal and currently charged to 100%." ​​A technical expert with a metal face reported to Calgary.

   "The output power is normal, and the star destroyer is ready."

  The weapons director in an intelligent uniform spoke.

  A small group of mechanical priests held metal scepters, their bodies were emitting electric sparks, and they sang hymns with their own automatic and boring sound generators.

   "Praise the God of Myriad Machines, praise the wisdom of the Emperor, and praise the Machine Soul of the Colossus of Punishment."

   "Attack," Calgary yelled.

  He wants to defeat the battle moon for the Primarch and prove to the world the power and majesty of the Primarch.

  The power supervisor held the power lever in front of him tightly and adjusted the navigation parameters on the floating tactical screen with the other hand.

   Surrounding him are eight hardened glass jars.

  The inside is soaked in the nutrient solution, only the upper half of the human being.

  The hair of these humans has been shaved, and the bare cerebral cortex is connected with many neural cables.

  Those cables run from the sealed top of the glass jar to the power console.

  Eight glass jars form an array of contemplators.

  The human computers beeped and jumped in binary rapidity as the voyage data was sent to the Thinker Array.

  The God's Punishment Colossus is too giant and has its gravity range.

   It must be moved with care.

   Otherwise, it is possible to cause damage to friendly ships.

   "The gravity parameters are normal, the stellar parameters have built a data model, the celestial body gravity has been calculated, and the correct orbit data has been obtained."

   Speakers placed above the array of contemplators played mechanical, emotionless results.

   "Forward." The power director slowly pushed the power lever forward, allowing the Colossus of God's Punishment to enter the combat range.

   At the front of the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment, three tall metal towers exude a strong brilliance, which is extremely bright and intense.

  The imperial ships at the gathering point also began to maneuver according to the strategy arranged by the Primarch in advance, escorting the two Colossi of God's Punishment.

  The empire's series of actions made the orcs feel that a crisis was coming.

  Many orc ships poured out of the battle moon and pounced on the Colossus of Punishment like locusts, but they were still unable to break through the outer defenses built by the imperial fleet.

  [The target has entered the attack range, and after 10 seconds, the star destroyer will be launched]

  The mechanical announcement resounded through the empire's ships, echoing in every communication channel.

   Let everyone witness a moment that is enough to be recorded in history.

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  As the countdown reset to zero, the three metal towers simultaneously burst out with a bright light and gathered together to form a massive ball of light.

  The entire dark void is illuminated, and the light ball is as bright as a supernova explosion.

   Not only did the many high-level officials on the Imperial Fleet feel dismayed, but even the orcs were stunned.

  The ray of light is so intense that all beings cannot look directly at it. Otherwise, their eyes will be burned by the fierce sunlight.

  The space-time structure is trembling as if it will be torn apart immediately.

  In just a few breaths, the light sphere reached the critical point.

  The sphere of light turned into a beam of light that pierced the sky and earth, carrying the power of endless destruction.

  Nothing can block this beam of light.

  The orc ship, several kilometers long, was instantly vaporized by the light beam, leaving no wreckage behind.

  Only a few shrill screams sounded on the communication channel of the orc fleet, which means that they once existed.

  The beam of light swept across all warships that dared to block the way with a destructive attitude.

   With the power of a hunk who should not be a man, he **** into the big and round battle moon of the orc in one shot.

  That hot, thick beam of light made the entire Battle Moon tremble uncontrollably.

  The metal surface was torn apart, and the beam of light violently pierced into the depths of the battle moon, hitting the orc's WAAAAGH energy pile.

  The massive explosion caused by the energy pile being hit tore apart the entire battle moon.

   Countless bottomless and terrifying cracks appeared on the surface of the battle moon.

  Hot plasma flames gushed out of it, and explosions erupted on the battle moon like blossoming flames.

   Many wreckage and orcs were thrown into outer space in an explosion.

   The most important part of the battle moon is the WAAAGH energy pile.

  The orc's energy pile is entirely different from other energy piles. It not only has the laws of the physical level but also has some spiritual and belief power.

   With the WAAAAGH of countless orcs, this giant war moon can be formed.

   A shot from God's Punishment Colossus paralyzed the battle moon directly.

  The explosion of the energy pile tore apart this vast war machine, turning it into a pile of scrap iron.

   When the battle moon is paralyzed, it falls to pieces.

  The victory of the void battlefield has been crucified on the human side.

  The orc ships could not resist the human iron army and were torn apart.

  Dozens of Imperial Fleet Battlegroups surrounded the Gorod Galaxy from all directions, forming a giant net.

  The orc ships are the lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the giant net.

  The empire methodically slaughtered the orc fleet.

   No matter how the orcs roared, it was useless.

   The siege lasted a week, and countless flashes appeared in the void.

  The orc fleet and void fortress in the Gorod galaxy are, after all, all the belongings of an orc warlord.

  There are so many ships, void fortresses, and weapon platforms that it is difficult to count.

  The imperial captains could only see a dense patch of red dots on the holographic projection.

   When the last Ork warship was torn apart, the Void Battlefield fell silent.

   Within a stretch of hundreds of millions of kilometers, a large number of fragments of orc warships are suspended.

  Many orc corpses turned into ice sculptures, silent in the void, lifelike.

   However, the victory has not yet come.

   Only by ultimately capturing the main planet of the orc warlords, Goods, and hanging the head of the arsonist on the bow of the Macragge's Glory, is everything over.

   The oath of war had already been said before the war started, and Guilliman did not repeat it.

  Stormbirds, Thunderhawks, airborne capsules, subspace teleportation, and many other means of transporting Primaris Space Marines to the surface have all been prepared.

  More than 40,000 Primaris space warriors will all be transported to the surface.

  Several Emperor-class Titans have also completed pre-war inspections.

  The knights also shouted their oaths and sat on the knight titan suitable for single-player control, waiting to be sent to the battlefield.

  Millions of star troops are also ready to go, vowing to completely wipe out the cancer of the orcs for the empire.

   Holograms of Guilliman appeared on various battleships.

  He didn't say much about the pre-war oath.

   Just one word.

"kill."

  Accompanied by his words, a full-scale attack began.

   Tens of thousands of Stormbirds, Thunderhawks and airborne pods took off from the hangar and flew to the surface of the planet Gorod.

  The fleet also launched a strike simultaneously, and countless light spears, torpedoes, and missiles were dumped on the planet.

  The entire planet's atmosphere was rendered in colorful colors of destruction by the dissipated energy.

  However, it is not simple to destroy the Gorod planet and strangle the orc leader.

  The entire planet is wrapped in layers of force field technology that the Mechanicus cannot resolve.

   It makes surface bombing nearly impossible.

  The giant cannon that was enough to destroy several cities with one blow could only leave a few scars on the rusty surface of this planet.

  The magma bombs and mass weapons capable of tearing apart entire continents were detonated in mid-air before they landed.

  The deadly radiation of the high-yield enrichment nuclear bomb is dissipated in the air, and the original half-life of tens of thousands of years is shortened to only a few hours.

  Even the virus bomb could not play its due role, and the orcs used some means to eradicate the original virus.

  The empire can only destroy this giant planet by fighting head-to-head.

  Guilliman surveyed the flames of war in all parts of Goods; his gaze was serious.

   The destruction of the battle moon caused heavy damage to the orcs, but this was not a fatal blow for the orcs.

  Facing the empire's ferocious iron fist offensive, the orcs still had the strength to resist.

  The warplanes of the empire tore apart in the air, and the soldiers who landed died in the siege.

  Even Primaris Space Marines can hardly resist the overwhelming tide of green beasts.

  Guilliman didn't feel much throbbing about this; death is inevitable.

   No one can guarantee that there will be no casualties in war.

  The general attack lasted for a day, and the human airborne combat failed to achieve too many victories, just gaining a firm foothold on the ground.

  The two sides fell into a stalemate.

   I'm afraid it will take an extremely long time to end this war.

   It's too stupid to compete with orcs for consumption.

   You know, even the Tyranids are unwilling to compete with the orcs.

  The Leviathan Zerg fleet once launched an attack on one of the orc empires in the galaxy.

   The Tyranids, who have always liked the swarm tactics, were forced by the orcs to play beheading tactics like the empire.

   Orc replenishment speed is too fast.

   The Tyranids found that they could not kill as fast as the orcs on the ground.

   Consumed, the orc is fine, but he is about to be drained, so he can only change his tactics.

   Using human sea tactics to fight orcs is undoubtedly a disadvantageous thing.

   Only the beheading tactic is the best. The other orcs will naturally collapse if the arsonist is killed.

   Check your strategic layout for the last time and confirm there is no problem.

  Guilliman turned and walked out of the control room and towards the teleportation deck surrounded by the honor guards.

  Prayers have been made before the battle, and the spearhead troops of weapon inspection are waiting for him.

  Sicarius, Phikris, and the most skilled elites were selected from each battle group.

   There are one thousand original cast space warriors, all elite veterans, wearing Centurion Power Armor and Terminator Power Armor.

   In addition, ten Dreadnoughts have gone through the baptism of war.

  Guilliman formed them into a spearhead army, ready to use for the beheading plan.

  The strength of this team is enough to sweep an alien planet quickly.

  Crush any existence that dares to resist.

   But now, their mission is to raid and behead the enemy with the Primarch.

  The horror of the orc warlords cannot be described in words.

  If it can be dealt with quickly, the former Vulcan will not be forced to die together.

   Facing the orc warlord, Guilliman had to be careful.

  The chaplain of the war group led them to pray before the battle, and the ammunition machine enslaved person made the final arrangements for them.

  All the people selected as the spearhead troops were all staring at Guilliman, waiting for his order.

   "Let's go to war." Guilliman didn't say much nonsense. After looking around at the crowd, he spits out two words.

  Following his words, the machines on the teleportation deck of the Glory of Macragge were activated and buzzed,

  The vast metal reaction column makes a crackling sound. It generates powerful energy, which provides power for the energy-gathering array to tear down the barrier between the real space and the subspace.

  The device emits a harsh light, and as the light becomes stronger and stronger, the curly and entwined materialized charged light ball is filtered by the sawtooth and enters the flask on the transmission device, twisting violently as if alive.

  Mysterious teleportation machinery is shouting and chorusing.

  The whole deck vibrates from their movement; the noise grows louder.

  Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

  The chemical flash bleaches the entire teleportation deck.

  Steam containment agents are sprayed from large-caliber pipes to prevent overloaded machinery from igniting and burning.

  Armed crews raise their weapons, possible warp rifts and daemonic invasions.

  Everything is normal, and no space anomalies were found.

  [The target has been delivered to the designated location. ]

   A mechanical voice said in a low voice.

  The lighting tube was turned on again, the charged photosphere in the flask was exhausted, and the sharp sound ended abruptly.

  Pneumatic vents draw away the smoke, revealing the empty teleporter.

  The technologist consults the screens' parameters and the paper tape printed out by the brooder.

  Seeing the readout results, there was a gratified expression on their faces.

  The Primarch and his warriors have successfully entered the most magnificent fortress on the planet, Gorod.

   Every time Guilliman leaps, he feels fantastic that his soul has instantly crossed the subspace and the real world.

  The bright light gradually faded from his eyes, and the teleportation array platform of Macragge's Glory had disappeared.

   Instead, a rusty, gloomy, industrially burned world appeared before him.

  Sicarius, Phikris, and many fighters took up their weapons immediately after recovering their vision.

   They landed on a vast platform.

  Thousands of orcs wearing well-maintained heavy armor and armed with weapons roared at these more than a thousand human warriors who came without warning.

  The size of these orcs is even more terrifying than that of Primordial Starcraft, with each head reaching three meters.

  The equipment on his body is entirely different from the rusty equipment of the orcs outside. It is incredibly exquisite and well-maintained, and even the roar is more violent than those of the orcs.

   "Crush them." Without any hesitation, Guilliman roared immediately, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand burst into intense light.

  The glove of the ruling hand was the first to burst out of the barrage.

   Instantly tore the orcs in front of them into pieces.

  The Honor Guard was the first to answer their lord's battle cry.

  The members of the guards wearing the azure Terminator power armor raised the bolt gun in their hands and poured out a tremendous amount of ammunition in one volley. Form a firepower network that tears everything apart.

  In an instant, the orc queue was full of blood and flesh.

  The distance between the two sides was so close the firepower pouring did not last long, and it became a hand-to-hand battle.

  Guilliman brandished the Emperor's Sword and joined the battlefield. Wherever the blade touched, golden flames also rose. The speed was too fast for the naked eye to reach.

  Relying on the terrifying power of dominance, he swept everything like a prehistoric monster entering a flock of sheep.

  The emperor's sword tore apart countless orcs; wherever it went, orc stumps flew all over the sky.

  His figure moved in the wave of orcs as fast as lightning.

  Wherever it went, the wave of orcs also stopped and collapsed.

  Blessed by the emperor and persisted by thousands of human beings, Guilliman has unparalleled power.

  The emperor's sword danced, and a wave of flames swept across. Anything that came into contact with the fire would immediately turn into explosive residues and fly ash. Scores of orcs had no bones left under his blow.

  An invisible force field was released centered on Guilliman, crushing a large group of orcs into powder.

  Countless orcs abandoned everything in front of them, gathered into a wave of anger, and rushed toward Guilliman.

   Crazy roars shook the battlefield, and they waved their weapons, unstoppable.

  Even Primaris Space Marines were drowned under this terrible tide.

  However, Guilliman towered over the waves like a majestic hill; no matter how the orcs attacked, it was of no avail, and he became a fallen corpse under his feet.

  Sicarius and Phikris were shocked by the invincible posture of the Primarch.

   It was not the first time they fought alongside the Primarch.

   But at this time, they were still in deep shock.

  In the galaxy, no one can match the Thirteen Primarchs.

  He is the incarnation of the supreme power of human beings. Wherever he goes, the dead body is the only enemy of human beings.

Roar!

   A colossal battle cry came.

   A giant orc with mechanized muscles all over the body rushed toward Guilliman, unstoppable like a violent prehistoric behemoth.

  Sicarius, Phikris tried to go up to the rescue.

   I haven't waited for them to approach.

   Guilliman turned around and swung his sword; a massive fire dragon rushed out from the long sword, reducing everything along the way to ashes.

  Even the crazed mechanized orc.

   This scene is branded in the hearts of everyone and will never be forgotten.

  Guilliman and many elites formed a wedge-shaped offensive, forcibly cutting a path in the green-skinned ocean.

  Wherever it passed along the way, countless orc corpses were left behind.

   All the people fought all the way; incredibly tragic.

  Guilliman remained silent, only swinging his sword.

   Bloody battles, killing countless powerful enemies.

  Finally, the Spearhead saw the heart of the orc empire.

  Many mighty orc warriors who were taller than the original body alone surrounded a terrifying giant beast.

   That fearsome behemoth was much larger than the Primarch.

  Sicarius estimated that the orc was about fifteen meters tall.

   In terms of height alone, it is comparable to the Titans of the knights.

  The giant beast is covered with super-heavy armor. He has a giant-like head, big elephant-like tusks, and chisel-like sharp claws.

  Those evil, cunning eyes full of desire for war stared at the humans rushing towards them through the steel helmet.

  The four giant mechanical appendages are sacredly embedded in the vast beast's armor, each of which is a deadly weapon, enough to crush a Knight Titan easily.

   This is the strongest of the orc empire, the orc warlord-arsonist.

  The elbow of the arsonist's right hand was cut off, and a vast flame-throwing muzzle was implanted, which could release a high-temperature fuel flame hundreds of meters long.

  This flamethrower can burn flesh and blood of a group of soldiers in just a few breaths, turning their bones into ashes.

Roar!

  The arsonist looked in Guilliman's direction and roared.

  Guilliman did not respond but raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand and rushed over.

  Behind him, many loyalists also broke out with a strong fighting spirit, roaring and rushing toward the enemy.