Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The Imperial Orcs still drive their patched battleships, but the giant ships they own are something that no race in the galaxy dares to underestimate - even though these battleships look like a pile of scrap metal, tattered and tattered. Garbage boat.

But inside it is extremely hard-core and scientific.

When the orcs gather together, the higher the strength of their waaagh force field, the more complete the technological heritage buried in their genes by the ancient saints will be. The tattered warship that seems to malfunction with a slight collision is actually equipped with the most sophisticated equipment inside. particle reactor technology.

This also makes the orcs, a brutal and rude civilization, have few opponents even on the space battlefield.

"This is the world, look at those iron lumps, hit them all!" The orc boss roared excitedly on the deck of the giant ship. With a wave of his hand, he directly knocked a mechanic boy away and stuck him to the wall of the battleship. superior.

“waaagh!!!”

Countless orc boys also waved their weapons, looking forward to the next battle.

Some fools even smashed their weapons on the orc warlord's body.

But this time, they were destined to fail.

Because what they have to face is the Necrons who have almost all ascended mechanically.

The outcome of the war would not have been different because of the belligerence of the orcs. The orcs soon realized that they were no match for the Necron in a space battle.

The Necromancer's spaceship easily cut through the Orc fleet.

Even though the Ork fleet is considered a powerful force in the entire galaxy, it is still defeated by the Necron.

"Damn scrap metal." Tiejia saw one of his warships being swallowed up by the Necrons' energy weapons. The orc boss gritted his teeth in anger.

But his anger is destined to be useless, and the Necron can still crush them easily.

Faced with such adverse circumstances.

Just when Tiejia was about to give in and run away.

Within the imperial communication channel, the Ministry of Military Affairs suddenly sent him a series of coordinates and asked him to go to the designated location.

Tie Jia smiled, opening his plump lips to reveal thick and sharp fangs.

Originally, he was hesitant to run away because of his face, but now no one could say that he had run away.

This is called strategic shift.

"Boys, turn the ship around!" Tie Jia thought about the new words he had learned before and gave the order.

The huge orc fleet immediately changed its course and escaped from the gravitational orbit of the Isen galaxy.

Their retreat was very chaotic, and frankly not much different from running around.

On the way to retreat, they were destroyed by the Necrons and destroyed many battleships.

Just after Tiejia arrived at the coordinate point full of hope, he discovered with sadness and indignation that there was no reinforcements as he imagined, but a huge meteorite belt - let alone reinforcements, there was nothing here except bare meteorites.

The Necron were in hot pursuit, and this huge meteorite belt blocked the way forward of the Orc fleet like a reef in the sea.

The orc fleet was cornered.

Just when Tie Jia felt that he had been fooled by those stinky shrimps from the Military Affairs Department.

The light of a huge imperial beacon outlined in the void enveloped the entire space battlefield in an instant.

The wormhole of space-time transition forms a short-term spatial overlap.

Complex light and shadow emerged. At this moment, it was like the distant Gurnot galaxy, spanning dozens of light years, overlapping with the Isen galaxy.

Two huge galaxies were superimposed together, and hundreds of human empire warships suddenly jumped to the space battlefield.

Their method of interstellar migration cannot be detected in advance even with Necron technology.

The terrifying beams, torpedoes, and space missiles shook the cold and dead space in an instant.

The stones that had been floating in the meteorite belt for millions of years were bombarded into dust in the universe almost instantly, and the Necron battleships were not immune to it either.

Before the Necrons could organize an effective counterattack, their battle losses had already exceeded 40%.

With its powerful firepower and this surprise attack, humans quickly gained the upper hand in the space battle.

After suppressing the Necron fleet, the Ministry of Military Affairs issued another order to send Imperial Orcs to parachute to the ground battlefield.

Such an order is undoubtedly in line with the orcs' wishes.

The orcs' adaptability to the environment is extremely terrifying. They can almost ignore most extreme environments in the universe, whether they are poisonous, extremely cold, or radioactive sand and dust.

Even in a barren dead world, they were able to transform it into a spore-covered planet in a very short period of time, thus spawning a green tide that covered the planet's surface.

They don't even need food. They only need to shine the light of the star and rely on photosynthesis to provide the energy needed for battle.

Densely packed orcs, wearing rudimentary equipment with almost no protective capabilities, landed on the ground battlefield of the planet Ethan.

The terrifying green tide soon swept the world.

Roaring artillery fire rang out on the ground, sending a large number of Necron technological creations flying away.

During the battle between the two sides, orc corpses continued to fall on the battlefield.

Necrons have little interest in flesh and blood.

The corpses of the orcs were piled together with the corpses of imperial civilians on the world of Issan who had not had time to retreat, and were allowed to rot and deteriorate.

The harsh environment and plague are no threat to the Necron war machinery.

Perhaps only Nurgle's extraordinary disease could contaminate these machines and turn them into twisted creations of flesh and blood.

Flies may be the only creatures that benefited from this war.

They surrounded the corpses of orcs and humans and began their feast.

With every explosion on the battlefield, countless flies would fly up, looking like undulating black clouds.

The human fleet won the space battlefield with the help of the imperial beacon and powerful firepower.

Then the orcs, with the assistance of the imperial fleet, quickly opened up the situation in the Ethan world.

A giant wearing azure armor came out, and he led his warriors to land on the Ethan world.

The landing ship burned through the outer atmosphere of the Ethan world, and a series of soaring fighters guarded the safety of the landing ship.

The fighter planes formed a tight line of defense to ensure that the landing ship would not be attacked by any enemy.

The giant ship that covered the sky covered the sky of the Ethan world.

The whole world was covered by the shadow of the giant ship.

In the outer orbit, the spacecraft of the Necrons was constantly destroyed, and the wreckage slid along the atmosphere of the planet like a meteor.

In order to deal with the recycling ability of the Necrons, all destroyed spacecraft were thrown to different landing points by the weapons of the Human Empire.

Or they emitted interference waves to prevent the Necrons technicians from recycling them.

With countless explosions lighting up the sky of Ethan, the landing ship landed on the desolate ground of this world.

The hatch opened, and the Primaris Space Marines, also wearing azure armor, poured out of the cabin.

They guarded in different directions and were alert to the enemy.

The Sisters of War, the Grey Knights, and the Guardians hidden in the shadows, each stayed in their own position.

In the event of any danger, they would protect the Regent of the Empire with their lives.

Once Guilliman was injured, it meant that they not only failed their duties, but also failed the Empire.

Guilliman walked out of the landing ship, his steel boots stepped on the ground.

The hive buildings and beautiful mountains and rivers of the Ethan world, which once belonged to humans, have become devastated by the war.

Now all the resources of this world have been plundered, leaving only a meteorite world with thousands of holes.

The scarabs of the Necrons have destroyed this world. For humans, this world is dead.

Not long after Guilliman arrived at the battlefield, airdrops rained down from the sky.

As the hatch with a red glow opened, thousands of Primaris Space Marines belonging to the Ultramarines came out.

The weapons in the hands of the Ultramarines have been activated, and the chainsaw swords have been started.

Each of them is wearing heavy metal power armor.

The nuclear reactor energy backpack makes a buzzing sound behind them.

Although the sound is very small, it is also very noisy for the Primaris Space Marines and the Primarchs under their keen hearing.

Their expressions have been covered by heavy helmets, and they can only see the red light emitted by the visual device.

All the warriors stood silently behind Guilliman, waiting for orders.

The huge double-headed eagle flag fluttered in the strong wind of the Esen world.

Fighter planes roared past at low altitude, providing firepower assistance to the Imperial Orks fighting in the distance.

Guilliman's resolute eyes swept across the surface of the planet, after Duker took over as the Imperial Warmaster and established a new combat system.

He had been away from the battlefield for several years, but this did not mean that he would become weak.

Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and the golden flames burned along the lines.

He raised the sword given to him by the Emperor above his head so that all brave and fearless warriors could witness the brilliance of the golden flames with their own eyes.

"For the ideals we all protect, for our compatriots who have suffered from suffering, for the pain we are experiencing, and the hope that will surely come in the future, for the glory of the living and the dead, for the glory of the Emperor and the land of Terra."

"Destroy them, soldiers!"

As Guilliman swung the Emperor's Sword down, the warriors behind him also burst into a roar that was enough to overturn the world.

They are willing to become the invincible sword in the hands of the Regent and sweep away all enemies.

The Ultramarines took heavy steps, holding weapons and rushing towards the war machines belonging to the Necrons that were fighting with the Imperial Orcs.

Ultramarines Captain Titus waved his power sword, and the dark blue force field split a mechanical centipede in two.

These insect-like creatures also shed plasma-like liquid from the cut wounds.

Titus found the opponent's power core and stepped on it. There was a slight explosion where the combat boots stepped on, and this machine was completely unable to serve the war.

"In the name of the Regent, reap the glorious victory! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Warmaster!" Titus roared and plunged into the enemy's wave like a beast.

Countless orc boys burst into huge cheers when they saw him killing.

Some orc boys waved simple weapons, shouted "waaagh" war cry, and spontaneously followed behind the Ultramarines, charging together and deep into the enemy group.

The heroic figure of the empire hero was too waaagh even for the orcs.

Titus, who was still fighting fiercely, suddenly felt an endless amount of strength surge up in his body, and this strength surged in his heart.

This strength was so strong that Titus even felt that he had to tear every enemy in front of him to pieces to prevent this strength from bursting his strong heart.

Titus was determined to kill every enemy who stood in his way to relieve his father's worries.

The return of Guilliman and the Primarchs saved the Empire from the dark abyss of ignorance.

Humans once again controlled the stars, and all enemies seemed not enough to be feared.

With the joint efforts of the Primarchs, the dying Human Empire regained its vitality.

But Titus understood that even the great demigods had their limits.

Even if they were as brave as the Primarchs, they could not kill every enemy of mankind - especially their genetic father. Even though the Space Marines could not directly perceive the power gap between the Primarchs, after these years of fighting, the Ultramarines also vaguely felt that their father did not seem to be known for his bravery.

Among the Primarchs who have returned to the Empire, the young Sanguinius is not mentioned for the time being. Both the Lion King and the Warmaster have performed far beyond their imagination on the battlefield.

There are no fools among the Space Marines. When they saw this accurately, no one was disappointed. Instead, it made them realize that, compared to other Primarchs, their Gene Father needed more loyal subordinates, enough supporters, and someone willing to sacrifice his life to be the silent sword in his hand.

Titus was willing to share the worries of his Gene Father and defeat all enemies in the name of the Regent.

Guilliman walked in the team that protected him.

When he appeared on the battlefield, his Honor Guard raised his 12th alert.

The loyal guards cleared a safe way for him to move forward, and their vigilant eyes swept over every enemy to ensure that they would not have the power to harm their monarch.

The Warmaster had personally issued an order that the Regent was prohibited from personally entering the battlefield unless necessary.

For this order, the Honor Guard can be said to be the most supportive group of people.

In the past war, Guilliman suffered a serious injury for the Empire, and they are still frightened.

But as Guilliman said, now is a necessary situation.

Facts have proved that when a Primarch appears on the battlefield, he can almost turn the tide of the war, even if his name is Robert Guilliman.

When the Regent wielded the Emperor's Sword in his hand, he still showed a strength far beyond the imagination of the Space Marines.

The burning sword swept across, and everything was easily chopped into pieces.

Even if the Necrons' war machines had terrible repair power, they could not repair the damage caused by the Emperor's Sword. They were completely scrapped and became scrap metal on the ground.

With the addition of Guilliman, the trend of the Necrons' mechanical army's defeat became more and more obvious.

In the outer orbit, the Necrons' warships showed a clear intention to retreat for the first time.

The Necrons' fleet began to move outside the star system, preparing to leave the battlefield after escaping the star's gravity.

However, just after this intention was transformed into action, they quickly turned back.

The Necrons' fleet seemed to have noticed Guilliman at this time and obtained his special identity.

With the continuous flow of information, they changed their strategy in a very short time and set their sights on the Primarch.