Communication ended.
After Calgar reached out to close the window, he sat back in his command seat.
The tactical holographic projection opened, showing him the deployment of enemy and friendly forces in the entire Gorod galaxy.
The Primarch has already made strategic arrangements, and he only needs to follow his orders.
"Lock on the orcish battle moon," said Calgar.
Following his command, the computer slaves and the thinker array trembled at the same time.
The indicator light placed on the dead body flashed rapidly and urgently.
Massive amounts of data are madly pouring into the dead brains of the machine slaves.
The program logic codes that the Mechanicus had already etched were running in these dead brains, allowing these sinners to continue serving the Empire in a different way.
The data was analyzed and diverted, and finally presented as a picture again, appearing in front of Calgar.
The holographic interface shows the scale of the universe at billions of kilometers.
In such a magnificent display of cosmic structure, all the details and structures of the target have been hidden.
In the spherical coordinate system with the Colossus of Sky Punishment as the origin, the battle moon located in the Gorod galaxy, which is comparable to a natural satellite, is only the size of a fist.
A red halo appeared in the projection and turned into a lasso, trapping the Battle Moon inside.
A red dotted line connects the Sky Punishment Colossus, marking the attack trajectory of the annihilation beam that is about to be launched.
"Charging the Star Destroyer Cannon."
After Karga completed the operation of locking the target, he issued a new order.
"The target has been locked, the star destroyer is charging."
The communications director shouted into the communications window in front of him, relaying the War Lord's orders to every department of the Punishment Colossus.
The diameter of the Sky Punishment Colossus alone is thousands of kilometers long. What a magnificent creation it is.
This is a movable asteroid.
It is the pinnacle of human technology.
Inside and on the surface of the Colossus, there stand huge cities.
These cities are not for people to live in.
Instead, it is an energy pile used to power the Sky Punishment Colossus.
It is so huge that it looks like a city.
The Sky Punishment Colossus has a total of two hundred giant plasma reactors, comparable to the size of a city, to power the star-destroying cannon.
Those huge mechanical devices are endless, like metal mountains, magnificent and shocking.
Standing in front of those machines that are hundreds or thousands of meters high, even the pilots of the divine machines - the Titans would lament their own insignificance.
As Calga gave the order, the energy pipelines and indicator devices all roared.
The ground was shaking slightly, and indicator lights were flashing all over the Colossus.
All the crew members were running, maintaining the equipment in their areas.
The officers whipped the crew members who were careless and slow, making them work harder and more seriously.
They were just small gears and screws in a huge war machine, and had no idea how magnificent the Colossus of God's Punishment would be when it was running at full power.
From outer space, one can see that the main energy road, which is as tall as a mountain, runs through the entire Sky Punishment Colossus, collecting energy from various energy cities and transmitting it to the Star Destroying Cannon.
"Energy input is normal and is currently 100% charged." A technical expert with a metal face reported to Calgar.
"Output power is normal, the star destroyer is ready."
The weapons supervisor in a neat uniform spoke up.
A small group of mechanical priests held metal scepters, their bodies emitting electric sparks, and sang hymns using their mechanical and boring voice machines.
"Praise the God of All Machines, praise the wisdom of the Emperor, and praise the machine soul of the Sky Punishment Colossus."
"Attack." Karga roared.
He wanted to defeat the battle moon for the Primarch and prove to the world the Primarch's power and majesty.
The power director held the power lever in front of him with one hand and adjusted the navigation parameters on the floating tactical screen with the other hand.
Around him were eight hardened glass jars.
Inside is a human being, with only the upper half remaining, soaked in nutrient solution.
These humans have had their heads shaved and their bare cerebral cortices connected to a vast array of neural cables.
Those cables extend from the sealed top of the glass tank and connect to the power console.
Eight glass jars formed an array of meditators.
The human computers beeped and made rapid binary jumps as navigation data was sent to the Cogitator array.
The Sky Punishment Colossus is so huge that it even has its own gravity range.
Its movement must be done with caution.
Otherwise, there is a possibility of causing damage to friendly ships.
"The gravity parameters are normal, the data model of the stellar gravity parameters has been constructed, the gravity of the celestial body has been calculated, and the correct orbit data has been obtained."
The speakers placed above the Thinker array played mechanical, emotionless results.
"Forward." The power director slowly pushed the power rod forward, allowing the Sky Punishment Colossus to enter the combat range.
At the front of the Sky Punishment Colossus, three towering metal towers radiated a strong light that was extremely dazzling and scorching.
The imperial ships at the gathering point also began to maneuver according to the strategy arranged in advance by the Primarch, escorting the two Colossi of Sky Punishment.
The series of actions taken by the Empire made the orcs clearly feel the coming crisis.
A large number of Orc ships poured out from the Battle Moon and swarmed towards the Punishment Colossus like locusts, but they were unable to break through the outer defense constructed by the Imperial Fleet.
The target has entered the attack range. The star destroyer will be launched in 10 seconds.
The mechanical broadcast sounded throughout all the Empire's ships and echoed in every communication channel.
Let everyone witness this moment that will go down in history.
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As the countdown reached zero, the three metal towers simultaneously emitted a brilliant and blazing light, which converged together to form a huge ball of light.
The entire dark void was illuminated, and the ball of light was as bright as a supernova explosion.
Not only were many high-ranking officials on the Imperial Fleet stunned, but even the orcs were stunned.
The light is so strong that no living thing can look directly at it, otherwise its eyes will be burned by the strong light.
The very fabric of space and time was trembling, as if it was about to be torn apart.
In just a few breaths, the ball of light reached its critical point.
The ball of light transformed into a beam of light that pierced the sky and the earth, shooting out with endless destructive power.
Nothing can stand in the way of this beam of light.
The orc ships that were several kilometers long were instantly vaporized by the light column, leaving no wreckage behind.
Only a few shrill screams rang out in the Orc fleet's communication channel, indicating that they had ever existed.
The beam of light swept through all the warships that dared to block its way with overwhelming force.
With the strength of a man who could defeat thousands of men, he penetrated the orc's big, round battle moon in one shot.
The hot and thick beam of light made the entire battle moon tremble uncontrollably.
The metal surface was torn apart, and the beam of light violently pierced deep into the core of the battle moon, hitting the orcs' WAAAAGH energy pile.
The huge explosion caused by the energy pile being hit tore apart the entire battle moon.
Countless terrifying bottomless cracks appeared on the surface of the battle moon.
Hot plasma flames gushed out from it, and a series of explosions broke out in the battle moon, like flowers of fire blooming.
A large amount of debris and orcs were thrown into outer space in the violent explosion.
The most important thing about the Battle Moon is the WAAAGH Energy Pile.
The orcs' energy piles are completely different from other energy piles. Not only do they have physical laws, but they also have some spiritual and faith powers.
It is thanks to the WAAAAGH of countless orcs that this huge war moon was formed.
A single shot from the Sky Punishment Colossus paralyzed the Battle Moon.
The explosion of the energy pile tore apart the huge war machine, turning it into a pile of scrap metal.
When the battle started the moon was paralyzed and shattered into pieces.
Victory in the void battlefield has been nailed to the human side.
The orcs' ships were completely unable to resist the human iron army and were torn to pieces.
Dozens of Imperial fleet battle groups surrounded the Gorod system from all directions, forming a huge net.
The orcs' ships are the lambs to be slaughtered in the giant net.
The Empire methodically slaughtered the Orc fleet.
No matter how the orcs roared, it was of no use.
The siege lasted for a week, during which countless flashes appeared in the void.
After all, the orc fleet and void fortress in the Gorod galaxy are the entire 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 mass of red dots on the holographic projection.
When the last orc warship was torn apart, the void battlefield calmed down.
Over an area stretching for hundreds of millions of kilometers, a vast number of fragments of Orc warships are suspended.
A large number of orc corpses turned into ice sculptures, sinking in the void, lifelike.
However, victory has not yet truly arrived.
Only by completely conquering the Orc warlord's home planet, Gorod, and hanging the arsonist's head on the bow of Macragge's Glory, can everything be over.
The war oath had already been made before the battle, and Guilliman did not repeat it again.
Stormbirds, Thunderhawks, drop pods, warp teleportations and many other means to transport the Primaris Space Marines to the surface are all ready.
More than 40,000 Primaris Space Marines will be transported to the surface.
Several Emperor-class Titans have also completed pre-war maintenance.
The knights also shouted their oaths, sat on the Knight Titans suitable for single-person operation, and waited to be sent to the battlefield.
Millions of Astra Militarum troops are also ready to go, vowing to completely eliminate the orcs, this cancer, for the empire.
Guilliman's holographic image appeared on each warship.
He did not say much about his pre-war oath.
Just one word.
"kill."
Following his words, the full-scale offensive began.
Tens of thousands of Stormbirds, Thunderhawks, and drop capsules took off from the hangar and flew towards the surface of the planet Gorod.
The fleet also launched an attack at the same time, and countless light spears, torpedoes, and missiles were poured onto the planet.
The entire planet's atmosphere was rendered in colorful colors of destruction by the escaping energy.
However, it is not so easy to completely destroy the planet Gorod and strangle the orc leader.
The entire planet is wrapped in layers of force field technology that the Mechanicus cannot decipher.
This makes surface bombing almost impossible.
The huge cannon that was powerful enough to destroy several cities with one strike could only leave some scars on the rusty surface of the planet.
The magma bombs and mass weapons that could tear apart the entire continent were detonated in mid-air before they even landed.
The deadly radiation from highly enriched nuclear bombs dissipates into the air, shortening their half-life from tens of thousands of years to just a few hours.
Even the virus bomb failed to play its due role, and the orcs used some means to completely destroy the virus source.
The empire can only destroy this huge planet through head-on fighting.
Guilliman surveyed the wars across the planet Gorod with a solemn gaze.
The destruction of the battle moon dealt a heavy blow to the orcs, but it was not a fatal blow to them.
Faced with the fierce iron fist offensive of the Empire, the orcs still have the strength to resist.
The Empire's warplanes tore through the air, and the soldiers who landed died in the siege.
Even the Primaris Space Marines could hardly resist the overwhelming tide of green beasts.
Guilliman did not feel too much about this, death was inevitable.
No one can guarantee that there will be no casualties in war.
The general offensive lasted for a day, and the human airborne operations failed to achieve much success, only gaining a foothold on the ground.
The two sides were in a stalemate.
It will probably take an extremely long time to end this war.
It is too stupid to fight with the orcs in a consumption contest.
You know, even the Tyranids are not willing to fight with the Orcs in a consumption battle.
The Leviathan Zerg fleet once launched an attack on one of the Ork empires in the galaxy.
The Tyranids, who always favored the Zerg Tide Tactic, were forced by the Orks to adopt the same decapitation tactic as the Empire.
The orcs replenish their troops too quickly.
The Tyranids found that they could not kill as fast as the orcs grew in the ground.
If we keep wasting time, the orcs will be fine, but I will be drained dry. I have no choice but to change my tactics.
Trying to use human wave tactics to fight the orcs would undoubtedly be a disadvantageous thing.
The best tactic is decapitation. As long as the arsonist is killed, the other orcs will naturally collapse.
Check your strategic layout one last time and make sure there are no problems.
Guilliman turned and walked out of the control room, heading towards the transporter deck surrounded by the Honor Guard.
The spearhead troops, who had already prepared their pre-battle prayers and were checking their weapons, were waiting for him.
Sicarius, Fikris, and the most elite warriors with the most proficient combat skills selected from various chapters.
A total of one thousand Primaris Space Marines, all elite veterans, wearing Centurion Power Armor and Terminator Power Armor.
In addition, there are ten Dreadnoughts that have experienced the baptism of war.
Guilliman formed them into a spearhead force to be used in the decapitation plan.
This team is strong enough to easily sweep across an alien planet.
Crush any existence that dares to resist.
But now, their mission is only to raid and decapitate the enemy with the Primarch.
The horror of the orc warlords cannot be described in words.
If it could be easily dealt with, the former Wokan would not have been forced to perish together with his enemies.
Facing the Orc warlord, Guilliman had to handle it with caution.
The regiment chaplain led them in pre-battle prayers, and the ammunition machine slaves gave them the final cleaning.
All those who were chosen to be the tip of the spear looked at Guilliman, waiting for his orders.
"Start the war." Guilliman didn't waste any words. He looked around at everyone and uttered two words.
As he spoke, the machines on the transporter deck of the Macragge's Glory activated and hummed.
Huge metal reaction columns make crackling sounds and generate powerful energy, providing energy to the energy-focusing array to tear open the barrier between real space and the subspace.
The device emitted a light that stung the eyes. As the light grew stronger, the curled and entangled materialized charged light balls were filtered by the sawtooth and entered the flask on the transmission device, twisting violently as if they had life.
The mysterious teleportation machinery shouts and sings.
The whole deck vibrated with their movement and the noise grew louder and louder.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Chemical flash bleached the entire transport deck.
Steam containment agents are sprayed from large-diameter pipes to prevent overloaded machinery from catching fire.
Armed crews raised their weapons, warning of possible Warp rifts and Daemon incursions.
Everything is normal, no spatial anomalies were found.
The target has been delivered to the designated location.
A mechanical voice said in a low voice.
The lighting tube lit up again, and the charged light ball in the flask was exhausted, and the sharp sound stopped abruptly.
The air pressure vents sucked away the smoke, revealing an empty transport platform.
The technician consulted the parameters on the screen and the paper tape printed by the thinker.
When they saw the results, expressions of relief appeared on their faces.
The Primarch and his warriors have successfully entered the most magnificent fortress on the planet Gorod.
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Every time he made a jump, Guilliman would have a wonderful feeling as if his soul instantly crossed the Warp and the real world.
The bright light gradually faded from his sight, and the teleportation array platform of Macragge's Glory had disappeared.
Instead, a rusty, dull, and industrially burned world appeared before him.
Sicarius, Fikris and many other soldiers picked up their weapons as soon as they regained their vision.
They landed on a huge platform.
Thousands of orcs wearing well-maintained heavy armor and holding weapons roared at the more than a thousand human warriors who arrived without warning.
The size of these orcs is even more terrifying than that of the Primaris, each one is three meters tall.
The equipment on his body was completely different from the rusty equipment of the orcs outside. It was extremely exquisite and well-maintained, and even the roar was more violent than those of the orcs.
"Crush them." Guilliman roared without any hesitation, and the Emperor's sword in his hand burst out with strong light.
The Hand of Domination glove was the first to burst out with barrage of attacks.
In an instant, he tore into pieces several orcs in front of him.
The Honor Guard were the first to respond to their lord's battle cry.
The guards wearing azure Terminator power armor raised their bolters and fired a huge amount of ammunition in one volley, forming a firepower network that tore everything apart.
In an instant, the orcs' ranks were covered in blood and flesh.
The distance between the two sides was so close that the outpouring of fire did not last long before it turned into hand-to-hand combat.
Guilliman joined the battlefield wielding the Emperor's Sword. Wherever the sword touched, golden flames rose up, too fast to be seen by the naked eye.
With his terrifying power of command, he swept through everything like a prehistoric beast entering a flock of sheep.
The Emperor's Sword tore through countless orcs, and wherever it went, orc limbs flew all over the sky.
His figure moved among the waves of orcs as fast as lightning.
Wherever they went, the orc waves stopped and collapsed.
With the Emperor's blessing and the persistence of millions of humans, Guilliman possesses unparalleled power.
The Emperor's Sword danced, and a wave of flames swept across. Anything that came into contact with the flames would immediately turn into exploding debris and flying ashes. Large groups of orcs were wiped out by his single blow.
An invisible force field was released with Guilliman as the center, crushing the large group of orcs into pieces.
Countless orcs abandoned everything in front of them, gathered into a furious tide and rushed straight towards Guilliman.
The battlefield was shaken by crazy roars, and they brandished their weapons, unstoppable.
Even the Primaris Space Marines were drowned by this terrible wave.
However, Guilliman stood like a towering hill in the waves. No matter how the orcs attacked, it was useless and they became corpses lying at his feet.
Sicarius and Fikris were both shocked by the Primarch's invincible posture.
This was not the first time they had fought alongside their Primarch.
But at this moment, they were still in deep shock.
In the galaxy, no one can rival the Thirteen Primarchs.
He is the embodiment of mankind's strongest power. Wherever he goes, the enemies of mankind will end up lying dead.
roar!!
A huge war roar was heard.
A giant orc with mechanized muscles rushed towards Guilliman, as unstoppable as a violent prehistoric beast.
Sicarius, Fikris tried to go up to rescue.
Before they got close.
Guilliman turned around and swung his sword. A huge fire dragon rushed out from the sword, turning everything in its path into ashes.
Even the violent mechanized orc was the same.
This scene is imprinted in everyone's heart and will never be forgotten.
Guilliman and many elite troops formed a wedge-shaped offensive and carved out a path through the greenskin ocean.
Countless orc corpses were left behind along the way.
Everyone fought all the way, and it was extremely brutal.
Guilliman remained silent and swung his sword.
There were bloody battles one after another, and countless powerful enemies were killed.
Finally, the Spearheads saw the heart of the Orcish Empire.
Many powerful orc warriors, whose bodies were taller than the original orcs, surrounded a terrifying giant beast.
That terrifying beast was much larger than the original.
Sicarius estimated that the orc was about fifteen meters tall.
In terms of height alone, it is comparable to the Knights' Titan.
The behemoth is covered in super-heavy armor. He has a giant head, elephant-like tusks and chisel-like claws.
Those evil, cunning eyes full of desire for war looked through the iron helmets at the humans rushing towards them.
Four giant mechanical limbs were sacredly embedded in the beast's armor, each of which was a deadly weapon capable of crushing a Knight Titan with ease.
This is the strongest man in the Orc Empire, the Orc warlord - Arsonist.
The arsonist's right hand was cut off at the elbow and a huge flamethrower muzzle was implanted, which could emit high-temperature, huge fuel flames hundreds of meters long.
This flamethrower can burn the flesh and blood of a team 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 forward.
Behind him, many loyalists also burst out with strong fighting spirit and rushed towards the enemy with roars.