Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The first offensive launched by the Human Empire against the Crown System of Ullanor began three hundred days after the official outbreak of the entire expedition.

When most of the Orc Empire had been swept away by the iron fist of Holy Terra, the proudest sons of the Emperor were finally ready to pick the only fruit of victory in the entire galaxy: everyone knew that the first person to cut down the throne of Ullanor would be famous for thousands of years, and could even become a symbol of the entire Great Crusade and the miraculous rise of the entire Human Empire, and be praised by the people of the Emperor for thousands of years.

No one could resist this temptation, not Horus, not Jonson, and even Dorn might hesitate for a moment before giving up unswervingly: the pursuit of honor is the initial setting written in the gene list of every Primarch and Astartes warrior, and no one can really resist the shouts of millions of people.

What's more: the Emperor has actively given them this opportunity.

Isn't it?

Then, naturally, they must try their best to fight for the crown of the winner with their own abilities, but they must not lose the friendship of fighting side by side: so when the battle of the Ullanor galaxy officially began, the war machines on the two fronts were activated at the same time.

Behind them stood the Lord of Humanity and the Spider Queen, the two top psychic masters in the entire galaxy. The father and daughter each played with the laws of the subspace, and even the gods looked at the power they showed with relish: the majestic will made the originally chaotic time and space conform to the wishes of the father and daughter, thus fulfilling this extremely luxurious fair competition.

So, the war began.

According to the details that had been discussed long before the battle began, the legions from the Misty Star Region and the Far East Star Region simultaneously sent their first vanguard army to the orcs' capital: to ensure that they could succeed at once, both sides took out their best cards and matched them with the most ferocious generals.

In the east of Ullanor, Corswein led three Dark Angels Knights, with the support of several Dawnbreaker companies, and drove straight into the blind spot of the Ork fleet's guns: the Spider Queen's sight protected them, and the Dark Angels got a precious first move.

On the other side of the galaxy, Abaddon and Sigismund led the first company of their respective legions and crashed into thousands of scrap Ork ships. The light of the Emperor flashed beside these warriors, and behind the light were 100,000 Luna Wolves commanded by Horus himself.

The moment the first Imperial warship jumped into the Ullanor system, it ushered in its own death: the star fortress of the Ork fleet was hidden in the celestial graveyard on which they depended for survival, and those long-damaged orbital guns, with the blessing of unimaginable mechanical sorcery, became the death god capable of blocking an entire asteroid belt.

It unscrupulously poured out its vicious firepower. The almost exposed ion reactor allowed it to move freely on the battlefield. The whimsical engine fairing protected a large number of fierce space giants. It won several victories in succession, until Sigismund, who could no longer bear it, personally boarded the landing torpedo and rushed to the core of the steel glacier that was as big as a nest city. There were only fifty Templars who were as good as him beside him.

Fifteen minutes later, the entire star fortress was completely silent, as if it was dead. After about twenty minutes, the blood-soaked Black Knight walked out of his hunting ground. The star fortress and millions of orcs behind him were destroyed because of the collapse of the ion reactor: only thirty-three brothers were left beside the Black Knight.

Without their protectors, the remaining greenskin fleets were immediately torn apart by Horus's wolves. When the Black Knights returned to the void battlefield, the human empire had already occupied an advantageous position in this area. The endless fleets not only repelled the first wave of obstructionists in the Ullanor system, but also nailed down the [beachhead] built around Mandeville Point with their numerical advantage.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force sent a thousand Astartes into the battlefield within three minutes of the start of the war, and half an hour later, this number had risen to 150,000, followed by countless auxiliary troops and skitarii. The endless fleets were endless, and for every ship destroyed by the orcs, at least five ships would be launched from the Mandeville points at both ends of the system.

The seesaw battle lasted for about one Terran standard hour, until the Queen of Glory-class warships and the same number of mechanical arks led by the Primarchs entered the battlefield one after another, and the brutal Ullanor beasts had to admit defeat: under an invisible and tough order, these greenskins actually did an incredible thing.

They retreated in an orderly manner: at least for the greenskins, it was very orderly.

Star fortresses, ancient space giants and tens of millions of murderous faces slowly moved to the back of the asteroid belt: these celestial bodies were pulled by unknown technology, forming a defense line that could not be bypassed at all, and the astonishing number of orbital guns, armed fortresses and mine protection belts were scattered among these mutually concealed mountains, greatly slowing down the advancement of the human fleet.

The Primarchs first tried to command the fleet to conduct long-range shooting tens of thousands of kilometers away, but the effect was not satisfactory, and the Mechanicus's blasting methods were unable to destroy the planet-like celestial graveyards: as the Luna Wolves, Imperial Fists and even the Dark Angels at the forefront of the battle line gradually lost their patience, the direction of the Void War also inevitably fell from the original neat confrontation into a close-range bloody mincing.

The shining space killers of the human empire started face-to-face hand-to-hand combat with the ancient giant garbage that was pulled out from the space hulk and welded with rusty hulls. Battleships bit each other, and atomic shock waves and The electromagnetic shock waves tortured the bodies and souls of the combatants, and also turned the already chaotic public communication channels into a complete mess.

In this environment where bayonets are red, the classical solution is once again regarded as the norm: torpedoes loaded with Astartes warriors leave thousands of parabolas in the crossfire between the two armies, and the warriors on them fly side by side with lasers and artillery shells. If you are not careful at all, your soul will be shattered.

If they are lucky enough, these early climbers will encounter their foreign comrades halfway: the orc marauders are delighted with the distance between the warships at this time, they don't even need the weak torpedoes of the cans, they only need to stand On the air leaks that can be seen everywhere in the ancient giant garbage, ignite the jetpack behind you, and thousands of Orcs will crash into the battleships of the Human Empire like meteors.

If these guys are lucky enough to not be hit by naval guns and become one of the tens of millions of corpses floating in the void, and if they are not directly smashed into a puddle of flesh on the battleship due to the strong acceleration, then they will only be slightly injured. I used my brain, and with the thought of "I'm thinking that the chopper in my hand can chop up this lump of iron", I easily pierced the outer armor of the human warship, and gave the stunned crew a little something. Unpleasant surprise.

But this kind of untactical approach often has no effect. The survival time of each green-skinned lander is counted down in seconds: it’s just that the human colleagues opposite them are not so good, and the entire army is annihilated. It is the most basic treatment.

After several rounds of collective gang-hopping, the number of Astartes dead exceeded 4,000, including many well-known company captains and champion swordsmen. After setting foot on the Orc warship, there was no news: those star forts and ancient giants The gorgeous explosion was their silent funeral.

Such risky behavior will naturally bring rich rewards: as long as three torpedoes successfully penetrate into the interior of an ancient giant garbage, this set of war beasts can be paralyzed. A few Astartes squads are enough to defeat a hundred Surrounded by ten thousand orcs, the situation on the local battlefield was reversed.

It was precisely with these bravery and fearless recklessness that there was a high probability of no return. After several hours of blood for blood, the imperial fleet gradually opened up the situation and broke through the second line of defense laid by the green-skinned orcs in the asteroid belt. , and also slaughtered hundreds of millions of opponents, and the corpses sprayed out made the void look slightly dark green.

But this is far from the end. The crown world where the Orc Emperor is entrenched is at least separated by hundreds of equally strong lines of defense. Each of them has unexpected secret weapons and countless monsters screaming and fighting, for the destruction of Ullanor. Add a bloody color: it's like a painting destined to last forever.

[The good news is that we probably have enough paint on hand. 】

Morgan's fingers rested on the hard edge of the holographic projector. The unmanicured nails looked a little crazy, and the paleness and sweat stains on the fingertips proved that the Spider Queen had frequently used her psychic abilities in the past period of time. The consumption is so large that it even passes directly through the soul, causing a certain degree of burden on the body: but it is all worth it.

Whether it was the first wave of offensive that took the lead and caught the orc fleet off guard; or the orderly cooperation of the warships that forced the beasts of Ullanor to retreat; or the efficient and calm public communication channel, the well-organized cooperation of the warships who performed their respective duties The generals of the mortal auxiliary army, the support fleet descended from the gods, and the replenishment of troops: everything is inseparable from the Spider Queen's dispatch in the subspace.

She was already familiar with the task, but she hadn't repeated such a feat for a long time, which made her feel a little strenuous for a while: after a few hours of commanding, the feeling of Ran Dan's war period came back to Morgan, even those who fought fiercely on the front line The Dark Angel veterans all began to whisper "familiar feeling" in their hearts during the breaks between battles.

Before I knew it, it had been a hundred years.

The three brothers fighting alongside Morgan have lived up to this goodwill. Even Fulgrim has put away his usual playful attitude and fully demonstrated on the battlefield why the Emperor's Sons are praised. The reason for [Perfect]: The combat efficiency of the Third Legion even surpassed that of the Dark Angels and the Dawnbreakers without Morgan's full command. Unknowingly, it became the most useful blade in Jonson's hands, even Coswayne's. The knights are not as efficient as these seemingly gorgeous honor guards.

The Phoenix Lord risked his own life, and only the most loyal Phoenix Guards and Acudona's second company could keep up with him: Whenever Johnson stood in the chaos, even Morgan would feel a little dazzled when he saw it. In front of the star map, relying on beast-like battlefield intuition to point out the location of the green-skinned commander, Fulgrim's team always shouldered the responsibility of beheading him.

Jonson's words guide him, Morgan's psychic powers keep him safe, and Phoenix's own blade can defeat an entire greenskin front every time in an instant: even if the greenskin warlord manages to escape, Jaghatai can Khan's warships will also appear like ghosts to ensure that the blood and sweat of his brothers will not be wasted.

When the greenskins on the front line fell into a brief chaos because of the loss of their leader, the Ultramarines, Skitarii and Imperial Auxiliary Army on the front battlefield would seize this moment and crush the greenskins' painstaking defense line like a heavy hammer: this set of joint tactics that did not need to be finalized in advance was now methodically crushing the Orks' kingdom in the void in units of hours.

Compared with the results of the battle, the price they paid was negligible.

[From the recovered reports and the calculated big data, the current casualties are lower than we originally expected: the general number of casualties in the Astartes Legions in our hands does not exceed 500, and only the Ultramarines lost more than 2,000 people, but it did not affect their front line advancement at all. ]

Speaking of this, even Morgan couldn't help but nod with satisfaction. The petty-mindedness in her bones was greatly satisfied: the name lines on the star map and the constantly popping up message data board shrouded the face of the Spider Queen in a strange halo, isolating the disturbances in the strategic hall.

The lion's voice was an exception.

"But we can't condone this."

Jonson shook his head, his voice hoarse from the long war.

"Who is commanding the Ultramarines?"

[Orfeo. ]

"Is this man reliable? Is there an impulsive side to his character?"

[I want to lure this guy to the Dawnbreaker Legion to serve me. ]

"That's good."

The lion nodded, and then he turned his head and shouted to the servants in the distance.

"Tell Orfeo to suspend his offensive to prevent the Thirteenth Legion from being disconnected from other troops, and at the same time let him give up those areas that are not sure. My knights will take over in half an hour: Don't let them suffer too much loss now, which may affect our subsequent strategic deployment."

"Tell him everything, original words!"

[Reasonable. 】

Morgan nodded, and the attendant called by Jonson immediately ran down to pass on the message. As he left, he could see hundreds of operators constantly contacting the main battleships scattered throughout the battlefield, repeating orders and reports endlessly, and the noisy sounds everywhere seemed to have entered the forest during the mating period.

The technical priests from Reza and more than 20 other worlds were guarding their duties: whether it was calibrating the void shield readings and the firepower of the battleships, or confirming the accuracy of the operators' words, Jonson had to tolerate their existence.

Only in private, these Omnissiah believers could be heard cursing the greenskins in front of them in low voices, especially when they saw those [mechanical sorcery] that anyone with a discerning eye could see was shoddy, but in terms of effect and power, it was on par with the exquisite creations in their hands that had been sanctified, and the voices of hatred, astonishment, jealousy and greed were even more one after another.

For example, when the great sage Reza, who was traveling with the Dawnbreaker Legion, saw the Ullanor orcs exposing the unprotected ion reactor to the high radiation environment and artillery fire in the void, the anger he exuded even made Jonson look sideways: even Morgan had to persuade him a few times to ensure that this respectable elder who had served her for fifty years did not swing his mechanical battle axe and rush directly into the front line of the battlefield where the fighting was the most intense.

However, a long string of binary codes that sounded creepy could not be avoided. Even Jonson could only try to ignore this old thing and asked new questions to his blood relative beside him: he only cared about the details on the battlefield, and all questions about numbers were Morgan's responsibility.

This long-standing cooperation model made the lion feel very comfortable.

"How is the auxiliary army?"

[The situation is under control. ]

Morgan nodded.

【Fulgrim and Jaghatai Khan's auxiliary troops are the responsibility of their own legions, so I can't intervene. However, I heard that the White Scars' Chogolis Garrison suffered heavy casualties, and as for the Ultramarines' Calth High Guard, some of them are under my command. 】

"How did you succeed?"

[It's not that I succeeded, but it was due to the... personal friendship between Guilliman and me. 】

"..."

"Remember my words: stay away from him."

Jonson's face was serious.

"What about Luther's troops?"

[You mean the Caliban Hunters? They were obviously the auxiliary troops assigned to you by Luther, but since you threw them all to me, I let them act together with my Queen's Guards: although they are definitely not as elite as my army, they can be deployed in those secondary battlefields without any problems. 】

"What do you mean by inferior to yours?"

The lion frowned. Although he didn't care much about this issue, the Primarch's desire to win still made the Caliban people instinctively refute.

[Look there. 】

Morgan was too lazy to argue.

[In the past few hours, the army number you used as a whole Astartes regiment is actually the Hunting God Rose Legion in my auxiliary army: if I hadn't taken the initiative to point this out, with their attack speed and results, you probably wouldn't have realized this problem until the end of the war. 】

"..."

Jonson looked in the direction, and then there was a long silence.

"In other words: Is there no problem with the current casualties of our troops?"

[Enough to support the fight. 】

Morgan nodded.

[The progress on Horus’ side is similar to ours, or even a little faster: he is breaking through the eleventh line of defense, and we have just solved the tenth line of defense. Although in the face of the total number of hundreds of defense lines, The progress of both of us is about the same. 】

"You can't relax then."

The lion narrowed his eyes. It seemed that for the first time in his life, he began to think about Horus with a serious attitude: The ability of the Wolf Shepherd God has been fully demonstrated in the past few hours of the war. You must know that humans The Lord's fleet has not yet arrived.

"How long do you think it will take for us to break through to Ullanor's low Earth orbit?"

[At least five days. 】

Morgan was determined.

[After all, the strength displayed by these green skins is not as good as that of the Ran Dan Empire. 】

"What do you think about Horus' side?"

[About... also five days. 】

"That's just right."

Zhuang Sen took a deep breath and slowly emptied the turbid air in his chest. The continuous command of the war made his face look tired, his eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot eyes, and his blond hair had lost its former glory. Luster: But what’s really fatal is the tense pupils, which are as dangerous as a bowstring ready to strike.

The lion was silent for a moment.

"I want to ask you something, Morgan: can you promise me?"

【cannot. 】

Morgan didn't even look up.

"I hope you will take over the responsibilities from me for some time to come."

Zhuang Sen was not affected, he was completely minding his own business... giving orders.

【I said no! 】

"I will go to the front line and lead the knights under my command to join the battle. I need a period of fighting to relieve my fatigue and allow my brain to relax, otherwise I will not be able to face the next battle in a good posture."

【I said...】

"Then leave it to you!"

Jonson smiled, and he turned away happily, leaving the curse behind him: Caliban knew that the final result of this matter would be as he wished. This has been the case for the past century.

after all……

"You're always so reassuring, Morgan."