Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

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After reaching out to close the window, Calgar sat back on his command seat.

The tactical holographic projection was turned on, showing him the deployment of the combat power of both the enemy and us in the entire Gorod galaxy.

The Primarch has already made a strategic plan, and he only needs to follow the orders.

"Lock on the orc's battle moon," Calgar said.

Accompanied by his command, the computer slave and the thinker array trembled at the same time.

The indicator light placed on the dead body flickered rapidly, in an extremely rapid manner.

Massive amounts of data are frantically pouring into the brains of the dead machine slaves.

The programmed logic code etched by the Mechanicus runs in these dead brains, allowing these sinners to continue to serve the empire in another way.

The data was analyzed and split, and finally presented as a picture again, appearing in front of Calgar.

What the holographic interface shows is the cosmic scale of hundreds of millions of kilometers.

In such a magnificent display of the structure of the universe, all the details and structures of the target have been hidden.

On the spherical coordinate system with the Colossus of God's Punishment as the origin, it is located in the Gorod galaxy. It is comparable to a natural satellite of the Battle Moon, only the size of a fist.

A red halo emerged from the projection, turning into a lasso, and enclosing the battle moon.

A red dotted line connects the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment, which is about to launch the attack trajectory of the annihilation beam.

"Recharge the Star Destroyer Cannon."

After Calgar finished locking the target, he issued a new order.

"The target has been locked, and the Star Destroyer Cannon is recharged."

The communications director shouted into the comms window in front of him, relaying the Warlord's orders to every department of the Colossus.

The Colossus of Heaven's Punishment is thousands of kilometers long in diameter alone, 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 are huge cities.

These cities are not for people to live in.

It is an energy pile used to power the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment.

It is too huge, so it looks like a city.

A total of two hundred giant plasma reactors comparable to a city were placed in the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment to power the Star Destroyer Cannon.

Those huge mechanical devices are continuous, like metal mountains, magnificent and shocking.

Standing in front of those machines with a height of hundreds of meters or thousands of meters, even the driver of the God's Machine-Titan Driver will lament his own insignificance.

Following Calgar's order, the energy pipelines and indicating devices all roared.

The ground trembled slightly, and lights flickered all over the colossus.

The crew members all ran to maintain the devices in their area.

The officers whipped the careless and slow-moving crew members and told them to work hard.

They are the small cogs and screws of a huge war machine, and there is no way to know how magnificent the Colossus of God's Retribution is when it is running at full power.

It can be seen from outer space that the main energy road comparable to mountains runs through the entire Colossus of Heaven's Punishment, collecting energy from various energy cities and sending them to the Star Destroyer Cannon.

"The energy input is normal, and it is currently charged to 100%." ​​A technical expert with a metal face reported to Calgar.

"The output power is normal, and the star destroyer is ready."

The weapons director in smart uniform spoke.

A small group of mechanical priests held metal scepters, their bodies were emitting electric sparks, and they sang hymns with their own mechanical and boring sound generators.

"Praise the god of all machines, praise the wisdom of the emperor, and praise the machine soul of the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment."

"Attack." Calgar yelled.

He wants to defeat the battle moon for the Primarch and prove to the world the power and majesty of the Primarch.

The power director tightly 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 are eight hardened glass jars.

Inside is soaked in nutrient solution, only the upper half of the human beings.

The hair of these humans has been shaved, and the bare cerebral cortex is connected with a large number of neural cables.

Those cables run from the sealed top of the glass tank to the power console.

Eight glass jars, forming an array of contemplators.

These human computers beeped and pulsed in binary as the voyage data was sent to the Thinker Array.

The Colossus of Heaven's Punishment is so huge that it even has its own gravity range.

It must be moved with care.

Otherwise, it is possible to cause damage to friendly ships.

"The gravity parameters are normal, the stellar gravity parameters have built a data model, the celestial body gravity has been calculated, and the correct orbit data has been obtained."

Loudspeakers placed above the array of contemplators played mechanical, emotionless results.

"Forward." The power supervisor slowly pushed the power lever forward, allowing the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment to enter the combat range.

At the front of the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment, three towering metal towers exude a strong brilliance, which is extremely bright and intense.

The imperial ships at the gathering point also began to maneuver according to the strategy arranged by the Primarch in advance, escorting the two Colossi of God's Punishment.

The series of actions of the empire made the orcs clearly feel that the crisis was coming.

A large number of orc ships poured out of the battle moon and rushed towards the Colossus of God's Retribution like locusts, but they were still unable to break through the outer defenses built by the imperial fleet.

[The target has entered the attack range, and after 10 seconds, the Star Destruction Cannon will be activated]

The mechanical announcement resounded through all the ships of the empire, echoing in every communication channel.

Let everyone witness a moment that is enough to be recorded in history.

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As the countdown reset to zero, the three metal towers burst out with a bright light at the same time, and gathered together to form a huge ball of light.

The entire dark void is illuminated, and the light ball is as bright as a supernova explosion.

Not only the many high-level officials on the side of the Imperial Fleet fell into consternation, but even the orcs were stunned.

The light is so intense that all beings cannot look directly at it, otherwise their eyes will be burned by the strong light.

The space-time structure is trembling, as if it is about to be torn apart immediately.

In just a few breaths, the photosphere reached a critical point.

The sphere of light turned into a beam of light that pierced the sky and pierced the earth, carrying the power of endless destruction.

Nothing can stand in front of this beam of light.

The several kilometers long orc ship was instantly vaporized by the beam of light, leaving no wreckage behind.

Only a few shrill screams sounded on the communication channel of the orc fleet, which meant that they had existed before.

The beam of light swept across all warships that dared to stand in the way.

With the momentum of a man who shouldn't be a man, he fucked into the big and round battle moon of the orc in one shot.

That 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 center of the battle moon, hitting the orc's WAAAAGH energy pile.

The huge explosion caused by the energy pile being hit tore apart the entire battle moon.

Countless bottomless and terrifying cracks appeared on the surface of the battle moon.

Hot plasma flames gushed out of it, and a series of explosions erupted on the battle moon, like blossoming flames.

A large number of wreckage and orcs were thrown into outer space in a violent explosion.

The most important part of the battle moon is the WAAAGH power pile.

The orc's energy pile is completely different from other energy piles. It not only has the laws of the physical level, but also has some spiritual and belief power.

It is with the WAAAAGH of countless orcs that this huge war moon can be formed.

A shot from the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment paralyzed the battle moon directly.

The explosion of the energy pile tore apart this huge war machine, turning it into a pile of scrap iron.

When the battle moon was paralyzed, it fell into pieces.

The victory of the Void Battlefield has been crucified on the human side.

Facing the human iron army, the orc's ships were completely torn apart, unable to resist.

Dozens of imperial fleet battle groups surrounded the Gorod galaxy from all directions, forming a giant net.

Orc ships are lambs in the net.

The Empire methodically slaughtered the orc fleet.

No matter how the orcs roared, it was useless.

The siege lasted for a week, during which countless flashes appeared in the void.

The Orc fleet and Void Fortress in the Gorod galaxy are, after all, all the possessions of an Orc warlord.

Ships, void fortresses, and weapon platforms are too numerous to count.

The imperial captains could only see a dense patch of red dots on the holographic projection.

When the last ork warship was torn apart, the void battleground fell silent.

Within a stretch of hundreds of millions of kilometers, there are a large number of fragments of orc warships suspended.

A large number of orc corpses turned into ice sculptures, silent in the void, lifelike.

However, victory has yet to come.

Only by completely conquering the main planet of the orc warlords, Gorods, and hanging the head of the arsonist on the bow of the Macragge's Glory, is everything over.

The oath of war had already been said before the battle began, and Guilliman did not repeat it again.

Stormbird, Thunderhawk, airborne capsule, subspace teleportation and many other means to transport Primal Space Marines to the surface have all been prepared.

More than 40,000 original cast space fighters will all be transported to the surface.

Several emperor-class Titans have also completed pre-war inspections.

The knights also shouted out their oaths, and sat on the knight titan suitable for single-player control, waiting to be thrown into the battlefield.

Millions of astral troops are also ready to go, vowing to completely eradicate the cancer of the orcs for the empire.

Holograms of Guilliman appear on various ships.

He didn't say much about the pre-war oath.

Just one word.

"kill."

Accompanied by his words, an all-out attack began.

Tens of thousands of Stormbirds, Thunderhawks, and airborne pods took off from the hangar and flew to the surface of the planet Gorod.

The fleet also launched an attack at the same time, and countless lances, torpedoes, and missiles were poured on the planet.

The atmosphere of the entire planet was rendered in colorful colors of destruction by the dissipated energy.

However, it is not that simple to completely destroy the Gorod planet and strangle the leader of the orcs.

The entire planet is wrapped in layers of force field technology that the Mechanicus cannot resolve.

Making surface bombing almost impossible.

A cannon capable of destroying several cities with one blow could only leave a few scars on the rusty surface of this planet.

The magma bombs and mass weapons capable of tearing apart entire continents were detonated in mid-air before they landed.

The lethal radiation of high-yield enrichment nuclear bombs is dissipated in the air, and the half-life of tens of thousands of years is shortened to only a few hours.

Even the virus bomb could not play its due role, and the orcs used some means to completely destroy the original virus.

The empire can only destroy this huge planet by fighting head-to-head.

Guilliman surveyed the flames of war in all parts of Gorods, his gaze was serious.

The destruction of the battle moon caused the orcs to suffer heavy losses, but for the orcs, this was not a fatal blow.

Facing the fierce iron fist offensive of the empire, the orcs still had the strength to resist.

Imperial warplanes tore through the air, and soldiers who landed died in the siege.

Even the Primaris Space Marines could hardly stand against the overwhelming tide of green beasts.

Guilliman didn't feel much throbbing about it, death was inevitable.

No one can guarantee that there will be no casualties in the war.

The general offensive lasted for a day, and the humans' airborne operations failed to achieve too many victories, only gaining a firm foothold on the ground.

The two sides fell into a stalemate.

To end this war, I'm afraid it will take an extremely long time.

It's too stupid to compete with orcs for consumption.

You know, even the Tyranids are unwilling to compete with the orcs.

A Leviathan fleet once attacked one of the orc empires in the galaxy.

The Tyranids, who have always liked the swarm tactics, were forced by the orcs to play beheading tactics like the empire.

The orc replenishment speed is too fast.

The Tyranids found that they could not kill as fast as the orcs in the ground.

If it goes on, the orc is fine, but he will be drained, so he can only change his tactics.

It is undoubtedly a very disadvantageous thing to use human sea tactics to fight orcs.

Only the beheading tactic is the best. As long as the arsonist is killed, the other orcs will naturally collapse.

Check your strategic layout for the last time and confirm that there is no problem.

Guilliman turned and walked out of the control room, and walked to the teleportation deck surrounded by the honor guard.

The pre-battle prayers have already been done, and the spearhead troops of the weapon inspection are waiting for him.

Sicarius, Phikris, and the most skilled elites selected from each battle group.

A total of a thousand Primaris Space Marines, all elite veterans, wearing Centurion Power Armor and Terminator Power Armor.

In addition, there are ten Dreadnoughts that have gone through the baptism of war.

Guilliman formed them into a force of spearheads, ready to carry out his beheading scheme.

The strength of this team is enough to easily sweep an alien planet.

Crush any existence that dares to resist.

But now, their task is simply to strike with the Primarch and decapitate the enemy.

The horror of the orc warlords cannot be described in words.

If they could be dealt with easily, the former Vulcan would not be forced to die together.

Facing the orc warlord, Guilliman had to be careful.

The chaplain of the Chapter took them to pray before the battle, and the ammunition machine slave did the final finishing for them.

All the people who had been selected as the tip of the spear were all staring at Guilliman, waiting for his order.

"Let's go to war." Guilliman didn't say much nonsense, after looking around at the crowd, he spit out two words.

Following his words, the machines on the teleportation deck of the Glory of Macragge were activated and buzzed,

A huge metal reaction column, crackling sound and generating powerful energy, provides energy for the concentrated energy array to tear down the barrier between the real space and the subspace.

The device emits a stinging light, and as the light becomes stronger and stronger, the curly and entangled materialized charged light ball is filtered by the sawtooth and then enters the flask on the transmission device, twisting violently as if alive.

The mysterious teleportation machinery is shouting and chorusing.

The whole deck shook with their movement, and the noise grew louder.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Chemical flashes bleached the entire teleportation deck.

Vapor containment agents are sprayed through large-bore pipes to keep overloaded machinery from catching fire.

Armed crews take up arms for possible warp rifts and daemonic invasions.

Everything is normal, not found, any space anomalies.

[The target has been delivered to the designated location. 】

A mechanical voice said in a low voice.

The lighting tube was turned on again, the charged photosphere in the flask was exhausted, and the sharp sound came to an abrupt end.

Pneumatic vents draw away the smoke, revealing the empty teleporter.

The technologist consulted the parameters on the screen and the paper tape printed out by the brooder.

Seeing the results read out, there was a gratified expression on his face.

The Primarch and his warriors have successfully entered the most magnificent fortress on the planet Gorod.

Every time he made a jump, Guilliman would have a wonderful feeling that his soul had crossed the warp and the real world in an instant.

The glare gradually faded from his eyes, and the teleportation array platform of Macragge's Glory had disappeared.

Instead, a rusty, gloomy, industrially burned world appeared before him.

Sicarius, Phikris and many fighters immediately took up their weapons after recovering their vision.

They landed on a huge platform.

Thousands of orcs wearing well-maintained heavy armor and holding weapons roared at these more than a thousand human warriors who came without warning.

The size of these orcs is even more terrifying than that of Primordial Starcraft, with each head reaching three meters.

The equipment on his body is completely different from the rusty equipment of the orcs outside. It is extremely exquisite and well maintained, and even the roar is more violent than those of the orcs.

"Crush them." Guilliman roared without any hesitation, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand burst into a strong light.

The glove of the ruling hand was the first to spurt out the barrage.

In an instant, several orcs in front of him were directly torn into pieces.

The Honor Guard were the first to answer their lord's battle cry.

Members of the guards wearing azure Terminator power armor raised their bolt guns and unleashed a huge amount of ammunition in a single volley. Form a firepower network that tears everything apart.

In an instant, the orc's queue was full of blood and flesh.

The distance between the two sides was so close, the pouring of firepower did not last long before it turned into a hand-to-hand battle.

Guilliman joined the battlefield wielding the Emperor's Sword, and where the blade touched, golden flames rose with it, with a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Relying on his terrifying power of dominance, he swept everything like a prehistoric monster entering a flock of sheep.

The emperor's sword tore apart countless orcs, and wherever it went, the remains of orcs flew all over the sky.

His figure moved in the wave of orcs, as fast as lightning.

Wherever it went, the wave of orcs also stopped and collapsed.

The blessing of the emperor and the persistence of thousands of human beings gave Guilliman an 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 explosive residues and fly ash, and pieces of orcs were left without bones under his blow.

An invisible force field was released centered on Guilliman, crushing the hordes of orcs into powder.

Countless orcs abandoned everything in front of them, gathered into a wave of anger and rushed towards Guilliman.

Crazy roars shook the battlefield, and they waved their weapons, unstoppable.

Even Primaris Space Marines were overwhelmed by this terrible tide.

However, Guilliman towered over the waves like a majestic hill, no matter how the orcs attacked, it would be of no avail, and he became a fallen corpse under his feet.

Sicarius and Phikris were both shocked by the invincible posture of the Primarch.

This is not the first time they have fought alongside the Primarch.

But at this moment, they were still deeply shocked.

In the galaxy, there is absolutely no one who can rival the Thirteen Primarchs.

He is the incarnation of the supreme power of human beings. Wherever he passes, the only enemy of human beings is the dead body.

Roar! !

A huge battle roar came.

A giant orc with mechanized muscles rushed towards Guilliman, unstoppable like a berserk prehistoric monster.

Sicarius, Phikles tried to go up to the rescue.

Before they get close.

Guilliman turned around and swung his sword, a huge fire dragon rushed out from the long sword, reducing everything along the way to ashes.

Even the berserk mechanized orc.

This scene, branded in the hearts of everyone, will never be forgotten.

Guilliman and many elites formed a wedge-shaped offensive, forcibly cutting a path in the green-skinned ocean.

Wherever it passed along the way, countless orc corpses were left behind.

Everyone fought all the way, extremely tragic.

Guilliman remained silent, only waving his sword.

In bloody battles, countless powerful enemies were beheaded.

Eventually, the Spearhead saw the heart of the orcish empire.

Many powerful orc warriors who were taller than the original body alone surrounded a terrifying giant beast.

The monstrous beast was much larger than the Primarch.

Sicarius estimated that the orc was about fifteen meters tall.

In terms of height alone, it is comparable to the Titans of the knights.

The giant beast is covered with super heavy armor. He has a giant head, elephant-like tusks and chisel-like claws.

Those evil, cunning eyes full of desire for war stared at the humans rushing towards them through the steel helmet.

Four giant mechanical appendages were sacredly embedded in the giant beast's armor, each of which was a deadly weapon, enough to easily crush a Knight Titan.

This is the strongest of the orc empire, the orc warlord-arsonist.

The elbow of the arsonist's right hand was cut off, and a huge flame-throwing muzzle was implanted, which could release a high-temperature fuel flame hundreds of meters long.

This flamethrower can burn the flesh and blood of a group of soldiers in just a few breaths, turning their bones into ashes.

Roar!

The arsonist looked in Guilliman's direction and roared.

Guilliman didn't respond, but raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand and rushed over.

Behind him, many loyalists also burst out with a strong fighting spirit, roaring and rushing towards the enemy.