Chapter 122 The Fall of the Orc Emperor
"An empire spanning thousands of galaxies will be destroyed in the wrath of humanity."
"We will witness the death of a ruler. That's the way the universe is. There has never been an eternal dynasty."
Fulgrim said to the other Primarch brothers in a humorous tone.
The bells of the war mobilization order rang throughout the Emperor's Grand Plan.
Echoing in every corridor and every hall.
The Primarchs gathered on the deck, looking at the busy preparation deck.
Countless formations are making preparations for the battle in full swing.
Preparations for large-scale landing operations are proceeding in an orderly manner.
The monster-like fighter plane was pulled out of the cabin.
Connect the fuel line and fill it with fuel.
Priests and slaves wearing red robes and implanted with a large number of mechanical prostheses were concentrating on repairing instruments and equipment, as well as the missiles hanging on both sides of the wings and the artillery under the cockpit.
Not far from the hangar, a Titan that looked like an ancient Titan was also undergoing maintenance.
The two Emperor-class Titans were particularly conspicuous.
They stand proudly like the kings of gods.
Staring at all living beings with its armored head, it sings the praises of war and destruction.
A huge number of ground staff gathered at its feet like mortal believers.
Titan's function is extremely single, only destruction.
Numerous thick and heavy cables with horizontal stripes extend from the hangar ceiling.
Connect the energy core buried deep inside the battleship to the Titan's armored torso.
Let the plasma reactor of this powerful war machine be nourished by an imprisoned star.
Giant rumbling robotic arms hang from the roof.
Pick up a bucketful of giant cannonballs and slender missiles and transport them to the loading and unloading area of the Titan weapons rack.
Whether it's a rotating cannon of astonishing size, a long-range howitzer, or a plasma cannon capable of leveling an entire city.
Each weapon is as big as a building.
"Isn't it our mission to destroy those alien empires and make mankind great again?" Lorgar responded to Fulgrim's words, "The future of mankind will never be limited to the small galaxy. This is just the starting point for our great journey. Start.”
"The greater world of the heavens is calling us, waiting for our conquest."
"It sounds very exciting." Chagatai said: "Just thinking about the universe outside the universe will make people realize that it will be an unprecedented and magnificent epic."
"I wonder what the wonders of the alien universe are. Are the creatures there the same as us? What kind of civilization and ideas do they have."
"You will see it. Mr. Raven will definitely take you to other universes. You will see an ecology and civilization development system that are completely different from this universe."
Lorgar recalled everything that happened in the DND universe.
The universe that has God.
His filter about God was completely shattered.
The so-called gods are actually just people with greater power.
They do not have the so-called transcendent wisdom, nor can they guide sentient beings across the ages.
Believe in them less than believe in the great god of chips and ketchup.
Luojia made a decision in his heart.
Later, I will have the opportunity to go to the heavens.
He must use a universe to build a shrine to the god of chips and ketchup.
Only devotees of the god of chips and ketchup are allowed inside the shrine.
It is full of scriptures praising Him and sculptures of Him.
"There are also many races in different universes, some are friendly, and some regard humans as enemies, but it doesn't matter. When the time comes, we will eliminate those guys one by one. At that time, those races will have only two choices, either to surrender to the feet of humans, or to welcome them Destruction.”
Mortarion expressed his opinion.
"How are the forging skills in the different universes?" Vulkan asked.
"Excellent." Mortarion took out his death scythe.
This weapon was taken from the hands of the God of Death and contained the power of death.
The soul of every creature that dies under the death scythe will become a part of the scythe.
"It is indeed a very good weapon."
Vulkan and Ferrus simultaneously reached out to touch Mortarion's death scythe, feeling the death and decay within it.
Both of them are masters of blacksmithing.
Naturally, I could feel the exquisite skills used in forging the Death Scythe, and I sighed sincerely.
Perturabo stood aside silently, like a cold sculpture.
He kind of wanted to get into the conversation with the other primarch brothers, and he also thought that they could take the initiative to talk to him.
"Perturabo, what do you think?" Ferus looked at Perturabo who was standing aside.
"Well, the numerical value is indeed very good, but if you give me some time, I can also forge the same weapon." Perturabo said calmly.
"A concise and humble expression." Ferus shrugged.
Perturabo: ".."
Should I be more enthusiastic and more humble?
But if I'm enthusiastic, wouldn't it be inconsistent with my temperament? !
modesty?
The question is, can I really forge this kind of weapon?
Isn’t telling the truth considered humility?
Well, they ignored me again!
It's really infuriating.
Even if my attitude is a bit arrogant.
You should also pay more attention to me.
He said they were brothers, which is so disappointing.
The brain of the original body, which contained extraordinary wisdom, suddenly had thousands of thoughts popping up.
The emotions of annoyance, entanglement, small regrets, anger and inequality pass in a flash.
"Let's change the topic." Chagatai interrupted everyone to continue discussing the topic of different universes. "This time, we will fight side by side with our father."
Lorgar said: "The orcs are the biggest obstacle to the human empire's unification of the galaxy. As long as this orc empire is eliminated, there will be no obstacle to the rise of mankind."
"At that time, we can consider traveling to other galaxies or other universes." Mortarion's tone was filled with excitement, "I can't wait to fight enemies from different universes."
"This is not a fun thing." Luojia said: "The ones we have to fight by then will not be these weak existences now, but those creatures who possess extraordinary power."
"When we conquered the galaxy, the enemy's strength was too weak compared to ours. The only ones that were more difficult to deal with were a few ancient races."
"Once we go to other universes, we will face the most powerful individual and the most elite army in the universe. By then, the Beastman Emperor will only be regarded as a soldier."
"Fighting those gods, those creators, and those indescribable beings is the only way for the existence of the original body to be meaningful." Mortarion said: "Those weak creatures make me not interested at all. My The scythe thirsts for the blood of God and the Creator."
At this time, the Forbidden Army marched in from the archway in the distance.
"Father is coming," Lorgar said to the other Primarch brothers.
The other Primarchs also looked over.
Surrounded by the Custodes, the Emperor approached the Primarchs.
He wore golden battle armor adorned with the wings of an eagle, and a bronze cloak of woven scales flowed behind him.
The terrifying psychic energy lingered around him, possessing a terrifying pressure that made everyone tremble.
"My sons and daughters, would you be interested in joining my vanguard?" the Emperor said.
No one could say no to the Emperor.
Not to mention his sons.
The Primarchs gladly accepted the honor.
"Where is Mr. Raven?" Lorgar noticed that the raven, who always liked to stand on the emperor's shoulders, did not appear together.
"He's busy with his own business."
The Emperor's mouth twitched slightly as he remembered Waldo's report.
Raven didn't know why she fell in love with the game.
Playing all this time.
They also asked the Forbidden Army to arrest people, saying that the game developers might be involved in crimes such as betraying humanity and colluding with Chaos.
"That's it." Luo Jia was a little disappointed.
Without Mr. Raven coming along, I always feel like something is missing.
It's like a child participating in a competition alone, missing someone in the audience.
As the order for the general attack was issued.
The warship suspended in low-Earth orbit begins a new round of orbital bombing.
Dense beams of light, anti-matter missiles, and annihilation shells fell like raindrops, hitting the green-skin empire's shields.
The horrific bombing caused the sky in Ullanor to change color.
The afterglow of laser dissipation and the bright glow of explosions are everywhere.
The fighter jets rushed out of the ejection trajectory like falcons, roaring and diving towards the ground, suppressing ground firepower.
Along with the roar of the teleportation matrix, teleportation light gates opened on the ground.
The heavily armored Titan took heavy steps and walked out of the teleportation light door, stepping onto the highly modified surface of Ullanor.
The surface is dotted with towering buildings, giant fortresses made of welded rusty steel plates, and solid battlements with super cannons.
Continuous power generation equipment and shield devices span the land like mountains.
With the support of a large population, the orcs of Ullanor possess extraordinary wisdom.
It has developed its own civilization.
It's a pity that this civilization will be completely wiped out today. There was no road left for the Titans to move in the orc city, but the Titan Legion forced a way open with its terrifying size and firepower.
Thick beams of light swept out, and the steel buildings along the way melted into molten iron, flowed to the ground, and solidified into a charred solid.
The black-smoking ancient giants were activated all over the city, and they were advancing towards the Imperial Titan in black smoke.
Equipped with a variety of deadly weapons, they are creations created by the orcs' unique art of destruction and war.
A great war broke out between the two sides, unleashing a wave of destruction that destroyed everything within reach.
Astartes warriors were also sent to various battlefields to fight with those powerful orcs.
They move like a wave, killing enemies, destroying key points, and winning victory after victory.
Of course, they also paid some price.
Unfortunately, the key to determining the outcome of this battle does not lie with them.
The Emperor arrived at the battlefield with his Primarchs and the Custodes using teleporters.
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The orcs swept in like a frenzy.
They shouted loudly, brandished the heavy weapons in their hands, or used huge handguns to shoot at the Emperor and his party.
The Primarchs gathered in a semicircle, like a dam to block the mad beast tide and protect their father.
The death scythe flew in Mortarion's hand.
Just slashing casually can easily take away the lives of those guys.
Wherever he went, he was left with pieces of broken limbs, just like the Asura Hell.
Perturabo roared angrily, holding a warhammer of staggering size.
An orc that was over five meters tall was sent flying by his hammer, and then his head was smashed with another hammer.
Jaghatai relied on his speed to shuttle through the waves of orcs.
The sword flashes frequently and is as swift as thunder.
The enemy is often cut into two pieces before he can clearly see his movements.
Waldo held a spear covered with electricity. Every time he swung it, scores of orcs were killed.
roar!
A huge orc swung his machete and slashed at Perturabo, but he blocked it with the warhammer in his hand.
The other orc roared and hit Perturabo with a war hammer.
Such terrifying force made the air explode.
A casual blow is enough to flatten a heavy armored vehicle.
Critical moment.
Jaghatai stood beside Perturabo, blocking the orc's hammer.
Then, with a flash of sword light, the orc split into two.
"I don't need you."
Perturabo blurted out subconsciously.
The Lord of Steel needs no help.
Only the weak need help, the strong can always solve everything.
Help is mercy.
Such pity only makes him weak.
He hasn't finished a sentence yet.
Perturabo's reason prevailed.
He forcefully suppressed the rest of his words.
What a stupid statement.
How could he say such cold words to his brother?
"Thank you." Perturabo changed his tone.
Chagatai smiled and said, "It's a small thing, as I said, you can leave your back to me."
The warhammer in Perturabo's hand struck towards Jaghatai.
Jaghatai remained motionless, not even thinking of raising his sword.
The sound broke through the air loudly.
The disturbed air flow lifted Chagatai's long hair.
A green-skinned orc rushed from behind and was hit by the warhammer in Perturabo's hand.
The huge body flew out upside down, making a dull landing sound.
"You can also give your back to me," Perturabo said.
The Emperor and his men formed a wedge-shaped offensive.
Like a spear, it pierced the wave of orcs.
Go straight to the magnificent palace where the orc emperor is.
The closer they got to the Orc Emperor, the greater the resistance they encountered.
The powerful power of WAAAGH is almost substantial, and the combat effectiveness of every orc is extremely exaggerated.
They are muscular, huge, and their whole body is mechanized. The most exaggerated thing is their size, which is more than ten meters high, or even twenty or thirty meters high, comparable to a knight mecha.
Standing there is like a sculpture. Only when it moves, people will be surprised to find that those behemoths are alive.
In the WAAAGH realm, there is a unique set of rules for orcs.
The various special abilities of the gene engine are difficult to use freely in this field.
Only by holding a sharp sword and fighting in close combat can we completely defeat the opponent.
This was an extremely arduous battle, but one worth remembering for future generations.
The Emperor eventually fought a war with the Orc Emperor.
The terrifying shock waves were even more exaggerated than those caused by Titans and ancient giant garbage.
Smoke and dust filled the sky, covering everything.
They fought from day to night, and from night to day.
The magnificent palace collapsed due to the battle between the two.
With the blessing of the WAAAGH power of the entire race, the power of the Orc Emperor has no upper limit.
No matter how powerful the psychic attack the Emperor unleashes, the opponent will be able to receive it without any damage and respond with an even more terrifying counterattack.
Neither the Primarchs nor the Custodians were able to intervene in this battle. They tried their best to block the continuous flow of Orc troops, creating time for the Emperor to kill the Orc Emperor.
"Big guy."
"I'm so sad. I knelt down nine times in a row while playing PVP."
The raven tore open the space at this time and appeared on the emperor's shoulder, chattering endlessly.
The Emperor had no time for the raven.
He was still fighting hard, using his sword to block the Orc Emperor's stormy attacks.
Whoosh!
A sound broke through the air.
The sharp mechanical tentacles rushed forward with great speed, and the emperor's body was instantly pierced, and bright red blood spilled out.
"The most disgusting thing is that my teammate just now was so bad at playing and seriously lowered my level."
The raven was transmitting its original power to the emperor to help him repair his body and replenish the lost power, while he was noisily complaining about the game just now.
"Raven, can you take a look at the current situation first?" The emperor was helpless.
"So are you impatient with me now?" Raven looked resentful.
"Sorry, please continue."
The emperor swung his sword suddenly, forcing the orc emperor back with huge force, and then poured out the anger in his heart on the opponent.
With the help of the Raven, the Emperor's power is endless, allowing him to unleash a variety of tricks.
Finally, the battle that lasted for several days came to an end.
The orc emperor finally lost to the emperor and was beheaded by a sword.
Without hesitation, the Emperor gathered a terrifying force and struck the opponent's corpse, completely turning it into ashes.
The death of the Orc Emperor set off a terrifying storm.
The powerful WAAAGH power collapsed and swept out like a wave.
The heads of the powerful orc guards and orc warlords exploded.
They are too deeply bound to the Orc Emperor.
Now that the orc emperor has fallen, they have also exploded their heads.
The remaining orcs were leaderless and became targets of massacre by the Empire.
The biggest obstacle to mankind's unification of the galaxy has been completely removed.
The rest is just a matter of time and does not pose any threat to the fact that humans will rule the galaxy.
In the line of destiny, after the Emperor won the Battle of Ullanor, he held a grand celebration and at the same time withdrew from the Great Crusade.
But now, the emperor's mind has already been placed on the vast heavens.
The gain and loss of a mere galaxy is not enough to tug at his heartstrings.
Perhaps, when a universe is truly conquered, the Emperor will hold a grand celebration as determined by his destiny.
After a brief celebration, the Emperor announced that he would return to Terra for some rest, and that the First Expeditionary Fleet would be temporarily under the command of the Fleet Commander.
It is impossible for the Primarchs to go back together. They will stay in the First Expeditionary Fleet and when the time is right, they will go to their respective legions.
There is only one exception.
"You are an excellent master builder, Perturabo, let's go back to Terra together. We need to build more wonders to inspire people."
The raven looked at Perturabo, waiting for his answer.
(End of chapter)