harleyscars Chapter 87 Orc War
Chapter 87 Orc War
800.M30.
Extreme Starfield.
Goro Star.
On the charred and cracked surface of the planet, on the boundless green ocean made of green skin, explosions and roars continued. The barrage of fire from the pale white and scarlet Astartes warriors who had just fallen from the sky was constantly wearing down the Ork's surging offensive, not giving an inch.
At the newly established frontline base, a grand rally is in full swing.
The two Primarchs of the Thousand Sons Legion and the Shadowmoon Wolves stood side by side on the high platform in the center of the camp, mobilizing their respective offspring.
The Thousand Sons Legion, with its blood-red battle flags, stood in neat rows on the left side of the high platform.
The battle flags of Shadow Moon Wolf, as white as frost, were neatly arranged on the right side of the high platform.
On the high platform made of alloy, not far behind the two Primarchs, the Emperor sat on a golden throne, calmly watching their performance.
"For the Emperor! For humanity! Kill! Annihilate the orcs!"
"For Prospero! For the Thousand Sons! Kill! Annihilate the orcs!"
As the two Primarchs, who were like gods, roared, their warriors responded in unison, then strode out of their ranks and rushed to the front lines to provide support.
The Shadowmoon Wolf Warriors, known for their fearlessness and coordinated combat, form tightly knit tactical squads, like sharp knives, precisely tearing through the orcs' defenses.
The Thousand Sons warriors, known for their profound psychic abilities and long-range suppression, are surrounded by various psychic halos. With a wave of their hand, they unleash a sky full of fireballs and lightning, turning swarms of orcs into ashes.
Wearing crimson power armor, Li Wei mingled with the elite think tank squad of the Thousand Sons, directing the Thousand Sons think tank members to delve into the front lines and analyze the orc psionic fluctuations and the operating principles of psionic technology creations.
"WAAAGH!"
"WAAAGH!"
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As Li Wei drew closer to the fiercest front lines, the savage, ferocious cries of the Ork, each with its own meaning, grew increasingly deafening, and the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly.
Having just finished directing the Thousand Sons Think Tank's reconnaissance mission, Li Wei stood on a high ground amidst the ruins of an abandoned starship, silently watching the ferocious, madly charging green-skinned orcs below.
It was only at this moment that Li Wei witnessed firsthand the truly terrifying orcs of the Ulanor Orc Empire.
The orcs that Li Wei saw were not only taller and fiercer than the orcs he had seen in the Carmenca system before.
The most outrageous thing is that these orcs, whose muscles bulge all over their bodies, have a large number of mechanical prosthetics on their thick bodies. Their chest cavities are inlaid with heavy armor plates, most of their limbs have been replaced with hydraulic mechanical prosthetics, and their heads are equipped with prosthetic eyes that glow red.
Even more terrifying was that these well-equipped orcs generally used ion weapons and ion shields. Deadly blue rays poured out from the greenskin positions. As Thousand Sons and Shadowmoon Wolves struggled to advance, warriors were constantly being hit and fell to the ground.
As the chief strategist of the Thousand Sons, Li Wei's current task is only reconnaissance and support. More importantly, he is the last reserve force, meant to watch from the sidelines. He can only watch helplessly as the Thousand Sons' warriors fall one after another, unable to easily intervene.
Thinking of this, Li Wei took a deep breath and said to himself:
"It seems we really underestimated the strength of the Ulanor Orc Empire. This is just the outermost frontline outpost of the Orc Empire, and it's already this outrageous!"
No wonder Horus was able to become a Warmaster after winning the great victory at Ulanor. This achievement was enough to overshadow other Primarchs and make him the number one person after the Emperor.
Li Wei's thoughts were churning. He knew that the Emperor's personal visit to Horus and the Thousand Sons was not so simple. After that private meeting, the Emperor directly issued an order, commanding the Thousand Sons and Shadowmoon Wolf to launch a general offensive against the newly discovered orc dynasty of the Empire.
Time passed day by day. The Imperial front advanced very slowly, but it was steadily moving forward, gradually eroding the orcs' positions.
Three months later, on Goro, a metal waste planet made up of space debris and interstellar meteorites.
The main force of the orcs was defeated, and the surging greenskin tide was successfully divided and surrounded by the Thousand Sons and Shadowmoon Wolves. However, the orc war leaders were not annihilated. The greenskins took advantage of the complex terrain and moved into the internal compartments and caves of many starship wrecks on Goro, where they launched a brutal guerrilla war.
Beneath the silvery-white wreckage of an abandoned battleship, Magnus, clad in a golden robe, was leading the warriors of the Thousand Sons into the dark, deep cave before them to wipe out the remaining orcs.
With a relaxed expression, Magnus turned to Levi, pointed to the orc scouts peeking out from a distance, and said with a smile:
"Li Wei, these orcs are really cunning, much more cunning than the orcs we saw on Carmenca before."
"Hmm." Li Wei looked in the direction Magnus was pointing, and casually fired a purple psionic fireball, burning the orc scout hiding behind the wreckage to a crisp.
Then, he kicked the rusty mechanical arm of the dead orc beneath his feet with his power armor-clad foot, and said helplessly:
"Everyone says that orcs are mindless brutes, but their mechanical prosthetics, apart from being crudely made and lacking stability, are almost as good as the craftsmanship of the technical priests in the Cult of Mechanics."
"Indeed, seeing these orcs covered in tubes and wires, along with all the mechanical creations around here, I wondered if I had stumbled upon the Martian holy land of the Mechanicus."
Magnus chuckled, looking around at the dilapidated yet industrial-looking ruins, and quipped.
His relaxed words were full of teasing, but the observant Li Wei detected a subtle hint of dissatisfaction.
Livy understood why Magnus was so relaxed.
Because of the continuous warfare, the number of Thousand Sons warriors has not decreased but increased, and Prospero is sending in a steady stream of new Thousand Sons recruits.
Although most of the young recruits did not come from Prospero, but were psionicists selected from various planets conquered by the "Black Ships," their psionic talents were not weak; they simply lacked practical experience.
The five major schools of thought that have been passed down for decades on Prospero are all composed of senior scholars who are rigorous in their studies and would never show favoritism or go easy on anyone.
Those psionicists who underwent systematic training and rigorous examinations by the five major schools of thought and ultimately became psionic scholars of the Thousand Warriors were all qualified Thousand Warriors.
Levi was aware of Magnus's dissatisfaction, which stemmed from the fact that after spending six months with the Emperor, Magnus discovered that the Emperor preferred Horus, the Primarch of the Shadowmoon Wolves.
Although the emperor treated his two sons equally, the perceptive and sensitive Magnus vaguely sensed that his father favored Horus more.