Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

"Detaching, getting ready."

"Disengage."

The expeditionary force's fleet leaps out of outer space.

"Formation, sail out of the dark side of the galaxy."

Cole ordered the fleet on the bridge. After they regrouped from the outer reaches of the galaxy, they sailed into the luminous side of the galaxy and saw the behemoth next to the planet.

"Your Majesty, what is that?"

Someone in the bridge asked. There is a huge artificial star in front of the fleet. It is quite huge and occupies almost half of the surface area of ​​the planet.

The entire planet next to it was hollowed out, leaving many holes on the surface. Minerals and construction materials were sent to orbit and assembled on the huge star, making it bigger and bigger.

The orcs' fleets, which were more like flying garbage, were guarding the surroundings.

"Battle Moon." Vito replied, frowning and looking at the moon carefully.

"Battle Moon? I've only seen it in books." Anna said in surprise.

"How does it feel in person?"

"A little more broken than I thought."

The surface of the moon is very fragmented, many parts are not well constructed, cracks and gaps can be seen everywhere, and the unprotected internal structure is exposed.

"Fortunately, it's not finished yet, Cole, the fleet will attack in formation."

Cole nodded affirmatively and immediately gave the order to the fleet. Vito sat back on the throne on the bridge and looked at the battle moon behind the orc fleet.

"Command the Astartes to land and detonate it."

The expeditionary force's fleet quickly completed the battlefield formation, and then launched an attack towards the Battle Moon. The orcs also discovered them, and the garbage fleet defending the moon quickly launched a counterattack.

The battleships tore together in the galaxy, and in the explosion, the Space Marine strike cruisers launched a rapid assault. Under the cover of the surrounding escort fleets, the Black Maned Wolf and Order penetrated the range of the battle moon.

The Space Marines quickly launched an attack. The landing module and Thunderhawk roared out of the cabin, passed through the fleet and attacked the unclosed deck of the battle moon.

Thunderhawks painted in the colors of the Space Wolves roared and landed on the deck. Ragnar strode out from it holding two axes. More Thunderhawks landed behind him, and the Space Wolf Company filed out.

They quickly killed the grt workers on the deck, as well as the few greenskin overseers.

The Dark Angel's Thunderhawk also landed. Lancelot stepped off the Thunderhawk and looked around at the green-skinned corpses approaching Ragnar.

"Ragnar." Lancelot came closer and said, "You go to Reactor No. 2, and I'll go to Reactor No. 1."

"Understood, I will be faster, follow me!"

They acted separately, Ragnar and Lancelot, each leading their warriors to attack from both sides.

Ragnar rushed into the moon, and the wolf warriors behind him followed him, launching an attack into the depths of the battle moon. The space wolves rushed towards the target along the rough spliced ​​and assembled interior of the planet. .

On the moon, the greenskins were in chaos. The frontal attack of the expedition fleet made them all pay attention to that side, without realizing that there was an Astartes attack inside them.

The wolves' attack was swift and direct, with the ferocity unique to the Fenrisians, but they were not reluctant to fight and went straight to the target.

Like a pack of wolves that smelled wounded prey.

They defeated the few greenskins who were aware of their presence and came to intercept them. The wolves were unstoppable. They formed two pairs of fangs with the Dark Angel and bit into the heart of the moon.

The chainsaws wielded by Ragnar in both hands roared and roared, splitting the greenskin's head open and cutting off the chest.

He rushed across the deck and strode towards the green skin in front. The green skin was knocked out and leaned against the wall. Then he cut his neck with an axe, and blood spurted on Ragnar's face.

"Canned shrimp!"

The Orc Warlord rushed in. He and Ragnar looked at each other, and the two sides immediately roared and rushed towards each other, followed closely by the Space Wolves and Orks.

The two sides collided instantly in the center of the moon corridor, roaring and roaring, fighting fiercely with swords, axes and warhammers.

The war cries of the orcs mixed with the howls of the space wolves, and there were explosions outside the surrounding moon, but the vibrations here came directly from the fiercest battle.

Ragnar and the orc warlord fought together. They fought from one end of the corridor to the other, their axes hitting the walls and hitting the ground.

Their battle lasted for a long time, as if they were tireless. The second brother Mao and the emperor's warrior desperately tried to kill each other, and Ragnar left a slash on the orc's arm.

And he punched Ragnar's helmet away, and the helmet shattered on the ground. Ragnar spit out the blood in his mouth and turned back to look at the green-skinned warrior who was charging towards him.

He roared and chopped down the ax. Ragnar rushed forward, hugged the green-skinned warrior, pushed open the door, and fell to the ground behind the passage.

Ragnar grabbed the green-skinned wrist, stepped on him and tore off his arm. The green-skinned warrior howled fiercely, Ragnar tore off his arm and raised it high.

The green-skinned war general's head was chopped in with a knife. Ragnar chopped off his head with his sword. The orcs rushed over. Ragnar pulled out his sword and stood in front of the green-skinned warrior with a knife in one hand and an ax in the other. in front of them.

The heads of the greenskins exploded one after another, and their bodies were punched with holes from the bullets fired from one side. Another unexpected team arrived and quickly fired from the edge to eliminate the orcs here.

It was a rebel army composed of human prisoners. They wore tattered clothes and held weapons in their hands that were pieced together from the junk on the ship or hidden secretly.

Although they looked embarrassed, everyone's face showed the enthusiasm for fighting.

Ragnar looked towards them, and the Space Wolf warriors rushed over behind him, "I'm glad you're still alive. We're going to kill the greenskins in the reactor, are you coming?"

"With pleasure, for the Emperor."

An old man walked out from among the prisoners. His right eye was missing and he was missing an arm, but he still looked resolute and led the rebels to fight all the way.

"Commissar Yarek."

Ragnar recognized him, and the latter apparently recognized Ragnar, or his name, or possibly the Space Wolves symbol on his shoulder.

"It's good to see the Astartes here," Jarak said, blowing the heads off the surviving orks on the ground with a single hand using a real bolter.

"Now, let us fight for the Emperor once more."

"With pleasure." Ragnar grinned and took the helmet from the warrior behind him, "Lancelot, you will never guess who I met."

"The marshal's order is to carry out a quick assault, and we'll discuss other matters later."

Lancelot said that he had already led the Dark Angels to kill the moon. Their speed was quite fast, and they broke through the orcs' interception and rushed into the reactor in the center of the battle moon.

The construction here has not yet been completed, and the reactor is directly exposed to the vacuum. The magnetic boots under Lancelot's feet stabilized him.

The warriors of the Dark Angel sub-group fought in, and the orcs were thrown into the vacuum, unable to stop Lancelot's troops.

Lancelot looked at the reactor below, which shone with azure light, and powerful power was delivered to every part of the moon from here.

"Blow it up."

The Dark Angel warriors placed the quantum nuclear warhead they brought next to the reactor. It was activated and the countdown number began to run.

"Ragna, are you done there?" Lancelot asked.

"Okay, Yarick and his people are more familiar with this place than us, so they helped us install it."

"Retreat." Lancelot said to Ragnar, and also ordered his warriors, and the Dark Angels immediately began to retreat.

"We'll take your new friends back," Lancelot said. "The High Marshal will want to see him, and he'll have to ask him some questions."

After saying that, Lancelot also withdrew. He led the soldiers back to the Thunder Eagle, started the engine and flew out of the moon. Behind them, the countdown of the bomb also reached zero.

Magnificent explosions appeared from both sides of the moon, blowing the unfinished battle moon to pieces.

Vito sat on the bridge, passing through the destroyed greenskin fleet, watching the moon shatter into pieces, the burning debris falling into the planet aside.

"They succeeded." Cole said standing on the side.

"Sir, we rescued the prisoners of the Iron Legion on the Battle Moon, and Commissar Yarek was among them."

Lancelot's voice sounded, and the Thunder Eagle emerged from the sea of ​​​​fire in the distance and flew towards the fleet. Cole and Vito looked at each other, and the latter nodded slightly.

"Bring him here, I have something to ask him."

"Issuing an extermination order on this planet, no green-skinned spores can survive." Vito ordered Cole, who nodded, "Understood."

Vito turned and left the bridge, and the planet behind him exploded.