Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

In the universe whose size cannot be measured, there are billions of galaxies.

The Milky Way is just one of these billions of galaxies.

In the Milky Way, which humans call home, there are 300 billion stars with a diameter of 100,000 light-years.

It is difficult for human beings to understand the universe, at least at this stage.

They still need the glory of the Emperor to survive in this remote corner of the universe.

For people living in this era, the Imperium of Man is the most powerful existence they have ever known.

And for the indifferent, boundless universe, the vast human empire is not worth mentioning.

The emergence of the big rift has made the connection between the subspace and the real universe closer, and the wind of the ether is raging.

It also made the chaos and killing more terrifying.

The flames of war spread everywhere.

Even if an emperor's father and son recover, the empire will have to pay a heavy price in order to continue to maintain the survival of mankind.

Countless war engines set off from the Connor galaxy, and under the leadership of the emperor's own son, they headed for the Charadon sector.

The first battle broke out in the Obor system in the Charadon sector.

The Obo Galaxy is a galaxy with a binary star system.

An upright, bluish-white star uses tidal forces to lock onto another aging red dwarf.

Both the red dwarf and the other planets in the Obor system are held in check by the host star's strong gravitational pull and are forced to orbit it in periodic motion.

The distance between the two stars is equivalent to a thousand times that from the sun to Pluto, which is more than 4,000 light-hours, 166 light-days.

Converted into conventional units, it is nearly 8,000 astronomical units, or 1.2 trillion kilometers.

Calculated according to the speed of Superman, it is estimated that it can fly to starve to death.

Such a distance is unimaginable for ordinary humans.

But from the perspective of the stars, the distance between these two stars is already precarious.

The short distance has caused the four planets in this galaxy to suffer from wild and unstable orbits and tormented by conflicting solar winds.

This type of star system is very common in the Milky Way.

Multiple star systems often result in planets within the system being swallowed by their stars or ejected into the dark, icy void.

The Aobo galaxy is relatively lucky, it left four planets.

Thanks to a combination of gravitational currents and fierce solar winds, these four worlds have become cosmic melting pots, with atmospheres rich in heavy elements and precious isotopes.

In order to develop these precious resources, humans have established mining sites one after another.

A giant hive city extending deep underground was also built on planet No. 2.

The residents live in the deep underground, avoiding the terrible radiation and stellar storms, and maintaining a normal life.

The mining stations in the orbits of various planets collect resources from various planets in the Aobo galaxy day and night, feeding the industrial machines of the empire.

Orcs do not want to develop, they are more accustomed to plunder and destruction.

Every once in a while, they come to plunder.

Either hand over part of the supplies, or destroy everything.

In the past, their blackmail has been successful.

The nobles don't want to waste too much time fighting with them, and it is a good deal for them to buy peace with part of the resources.

Unfortunately, this time the orcs were not lucky.

They happened to collide with the expedition fleet, and a great battle broke out.

In the orbit of the third gas giant planet in the Obor system, countless energy beams and explosions flicker in space.

Orc warships operate on principles beyond the comprehension of the Mechanicus priests.

It's fully patched and looks rugged.

There are several large battleships, still smoking black smoke, just like steam ships in the age of sailing.

The thick black smoke made the mechanical priests wonder if the orcs were using boilers to burn coal, thus causing those warships that would fall apart at a glance to fly.

No one could believe that something like this could fly into space to fight.

But orcs have this ability.

Their technology is always so incredible.

The fleets of both sides roamed in space and fought fiercely and silently.

Both humans and orcs are committed to destroying each other, unleashing devastating attacks on each other wantonly.

Battleship and battleship biting tightly together.

The space is full of straight lines of lasers, parabolas of torpedoes, and havoc left by explosions.

A large number of time-delayed nuclear bombs are scattered all over the battlefield. Once touched, the ship will be destroyed.

The atomic shock wave exploded in the void between the two fleets, and the electromagnetic shock produced long-lasting auditory hallucinations.

Wars in space often start when the distance is tens of thousands of kilometers, but now the two sides at war are close at hand.

The distance was so close that even the orc marauders couldn't hold back themselves.

These crazy greenskins simply set their crude jet packs on fire, trying to fight directly.

The Primaris Space Marines fought back, too, beheading every orc that attempted to board the ship.

The fighting and roaring of the two shots resounded through the communication of every channel.

In the horrific battle, an ugly and bloated orc warship was seriously injured in the siege and was on the verge of death.

The orc big machine on the ship beat the heads of those orc boys, asking them to cooperate with him to save the battleship.

But what they did was doomed to failure.

Under the continuous bombardment of the imperial battleships, a series of serial explosions occurred in the armory of the orc battleships.

Accompanied by the lasing fuel and ion arcs, countless orc corpses burst out from the interior of the orc battleship.

The scene was like a long tube mushroom spewing spores outward.

On the main ship of the huge orc fleet, the boss of the orcs could not help but let out a deep roar when he saw that a powerful warship had been destroyed.

He grabbed a grot and slammed it against the wall, venting his anger.

This move caused the other orcs to cheer excitedly.

"Destroy these damn shrimp's ships, this galaxy is ours."

The orc boss roared, demanding that the fleet launch a more violent attack.

Cheers came from all orc warship comms.

"WAAAGH."

"WAAAGH."

"WAAAGH."

Those orcs cheered because of the order to attack, even if such an order was almost like sending them to death, they didn't have the slightest fear, but were excited.

As the happiest race in the galaxy.

Death does not frighten orcs, it only makes them happier.

Facing the crazy counterattack of the orcs, the human beings did not give in, and the battle between the two sides became more and more intense.

Chapter Master Korvu of the Nova Chapter is in charge of leading this fleet to fight the orcs.

His ship was the Emperor's Sword, a prestigious battleship of the line.

At this time, he was standing in front of the console of the Emperor's Sword.

The Chapter Priest stood to his left, the Librarian to his right.

The company commanders of the first and second companies stood in front of him.

The faces of the five people were all reflected by the light scattered by the holographic projection in front of them, and they looked a little pale.

They have completed the upgrade of the Primaris Space Marines as ordered by the Primarch.

The body in power armor looks even taller and majestic.

"They are heading for failure." Kelvu looked at the projection on the battlefield, his voice was calm and calm, "But I think we can win faster, and then go to support the ground war on Planet Two."

The orcs had thrown a group of orc boys onto the surface of planet 2 in the Obo system before they arrived.

The Astra Militarum and some Primaris Space Marines have gone to the surface to fight.

But in the face of the orc warriors who were like waves, they could barely support them.

Corvo knew that more support was needed on the surface.

Once the surface war is protracted, it will be very unfavorable to human beings.

Orcs are a very powerful and wonderful race.

They can run and move, but they are not animals, but fungi.

If you plant fish in the ground, you will not necessarily get fish.

Plant orcs in the ground and you're sure to get a horde of orcs.

Once the orcs that fell on the surface are allowed to spread, Planet Aopo II will spend a long time cleaning up the legacy of the green-skinned orcs.

"Then what should we do?" The first captain of the Nova Corps looked at Korwu and asked.

"Jump the gang and kill their orc boss."

Corvu's finger clicked on the largest orc warship in the hologram.

There was another update, which was placed before twelve o'clock.

I only know now that the update of the original starting point has to be cooled for six hours