Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 266 73, Du Ge and Fu Ge
At the forefront of the empire, under the command of the commander, the mortal soldiers lined up in a row to block the oncoming green tide head-on.

This formation is undoubtedly a bit stupid and cannot bring out the high mobility of soldiers wearing Destroyer armor.

But there was no doubt, because this stupid tactic had only one purpose, which was to protect the Warmaster from any harm.

If they could exchange their lives for the Imperial Warmaster's safety, no Imperial soldier would refuse.

This is a powerful belief that is embodied by loyalty and honor.

The loyalist warriors thought they would have another big battle with the green orcs, but no one was afraid of it.

They had just defeated the demon army of the gods, so even if a group of orcs and aliens came now, they would not be afraid at all.

Many people even felt their blood boiling with excitement.

Soldiers are eager to show their bravery to their supreme commander on this glorious battlefield.

However, the expected war with the green-skinned orcs did not break out.

The Orc Legion tore through the last line of defense of the Chaos forces, but did not launch an attack on the Imperial soldiers.

Instead, they all prostrated themselves on the ground and roared waaagh together.

This scene made many people look surprised.

Their eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

What are these orcs doing?
Even Dukel almost froze when he saw such a large group of orcs lying in front of him and screaming.

His eyes swept across the orcs' exposed skin and found that they did not have Du Ge's symbol of overlapping heavy wheels on their bodies.

These orcs do not believe in Dugo.

Dukel was confused for a moment. Orcs are the most unruly race in the galaxy. Their existence itself is the embodiment of cosmic barbarism.

Even if he absorbed more orc energy, he could only manifest the orcs' fear, but could not make them surrender.

Just as he was wondering, Dukel's eyes turned to the warlord standing in the forefront.

His eyes suddenly became empty and stopped at the warlord.

Because at this moment, from behind the warlord, his spiritual vision observed a more majestic figure.

It was a figure taller and stronger than Dukel, with dark skin and eyes as red as sparks.

"Is that you, Vulkan?" he asked.

The giant standing opposite did not answer, but stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hold Duke's hand tightly.

However, the moment the giant's hand stretched out, it shattered in mid-air, and the blurry figure was also shattered in Dukel's spiritual vision.

Then everything returned to normal.

It was as if the figure Duker had seen before was just an illusion in his distracted state.

But he knew very well that it could not be an illusion.

Dukel smiled, feeling somewhat happy. While he was fighting among the dark stars, his brother was also fighting in another dangerous place.

And the results were equally fruitful.

Duker missed the feeling of fighting side by side.

Dukel hasn't communicated with Vulkan for a long time.

Even though his incarnation existed in the Orc network together with Vulkan, they had to cut off all contact in order to avoid the two gods.

But when he saw the scene just now, Dukel knew that his brother was about to win. The illusory cage constructed by the increasingly weak orc god could not trap the Lord of Fire Dragon forever.

Vulkan has begun trying to influence the real universe and has successfully taken the first step.

As Dukor continues to weaken the faith of the two Orc Gods in the real universe, they will become weaker, just like the Eldar gods once were.

At that time, Vulkan will return to the Empire.

The loyal imperial orcs will also be freed from the control of the two evil gods.

This was a battle that was destined to be difficult, but fortunately the two people fighting side by side had enough tacit understanding.

"Warmaster, how should we deal with these orcs?" Doom asked from the side.

He did not call Duker "father", as he had to address people by their titles on the battlefield.

Doom still held his weapon tightly in his hand, and the Astartes Brother had to remain vigilant at all times.

Dukel came back to his senses and focused his attention on the orc warlord again.
"These Orks have sworn allegiance to me, so we must not kill them anymore. The Empire will set up a new military organization to accommodate them. If in future wars, these little guys prove that they can abandon their barbaric nature and fight for us, we will also give them a free place to live."

Dukel read out his decision, and from now on the empire will have an additional "Imperial Orcs" organization.

The officers on the battlefield looked at each other, but in the end they didn't say much.

The matter of taking in orcs can be a big or small matter. If you insist on pursuing it, you can charge them with the crime of colluding with aliens.

But to be fair, which army in the Empire has not recruited alien mercenaries?
No one would make a big deal about such a small matter and offend the empire's most powerful war commander.

Moreover, today, as the Emperor has not stepped down from the throne, even those with evil intentions cannot find anyone to judge Duker's crimes.

Dukel turned his head and looked at a woman standing among the soldiers.

Her name is Anna, and she is a war correspondent from the Imperial newspaper.

"Reporter, how would you report this in the newspaper?" Duke asked Anna.

"Sir, I will objectively describe the truth to the people of the empire. This is my duty." Anna replied professionally.

Duker said nothing, but continued to stare at her.

Feeling the gaze of a Primarch, Anna felt such great pressure that her blood seemed to solidify at this moment.

She knew Duke wanted her to be more specific.

"The Warmaster comes to the battlefield in person, and the Orks bow down in obeisance. This is the manifestation of our race's Manifest Destiny," Anna replied hastily. She had to do so. The Primarch's gaze almost suffocated her.

Duke nodded with satisfaction and looked away, "This is indeed very objective."

Then, he took a step forward and stopped in front of the orc warlord.
"Orc Warrior, what should I call you?"

"Iron Armor." The orc warlord lay on the ground and buried his face deep in the mud to express his respect.

"Okay. Ironclad." Dukel continued, "Tell me, how many gods do orcs believe in?"

"Both of you."

"That's a good answer." Dukel, "What are their names?"

"I don't know, I only know Brother Gao and Brother Mao." The orc warlord answered somewhat dazedly.

"No, I remembered it wrong." Dukel shook his head slowly, "The orcs have two gods, that's true, but they are not Gogo and Maogo."

"They are Dugo and Fugo."

"Ah?" The Warlord's expression became even more confused. After a friendly exchange with the orcs, the Warlord ordered his men to bring several large boxes of heavy teeth.

This was his offering to Dhukr.

In orc society, teeth are used as currency, which is the foundation of the orc economy.

Teeth must be strong, sharp, and creamy white in color to be of real value.

Contributing teeth is the best way to show loyalty that Tiejia can imagine.

Ironclad was huge, even larger than Ogryn and only slightly shorter than Dukel.

The size of an orc is directly related to their strength. A larger orc will always have a higher status and possess wisdom that other greenskins do not have.

The Iron Armor in front of him was very different from the savage orcs. His behavior was more like that of humans. He knew how to exchange courtesy and how to read people's expressions.

His behavior caused some officers who were familiar with the habits of orcs to show surprised expressions.

Dukel knew that there was more to this orc than just his special qualities.

He saw that the orc warlord was missing most of his head. With such a serious injury, even with the orcs' amazing physique, he should have died long ago.

But Iron Armor will not die, and can even benefit from it.

Because he is the chosen one of Vulkan, or more precisely, the chosen one of Vulkan in the orc network.

He is the agent chosen by Fugo in the real universe. If he is given some time, he is destined to grow into a being that is no less powerful than Bonebreaker Sakara.

Dukel accepted the orc's gift and did not show any disgust towards the teeth.

Then, he looked at the Living Saint Efilar and the Interrogating Priest Asmodai.

The two's previous actions had never been out of Duke's control.

But no matter what, Efilar and Asmodai were defeated in the end.

This was the first defeat of his Imperial Fleet.

Now that the war is over, perhaps it is time to consider giving them some punishment and give an explanation to the people of the empire.

The modified Thunderhawk fighter has a slender and beautiful body while also taking practicality into consideration.

It can fight flexibly in the air and can also quickly transport soldiers from the ground to low-Earth orbit.

Technical engineers and mechanical priests are carefully debugging the fighter parameters in preparation for the next voyage.

Anna, a reporter for the Empire Newspaper, silently hoped that they could speed up the process. Every second that passed made her feel like she was wasting her life.

The Warmaster and the Slayers have returned to the battleship using virtual teleportation technology.

A trial is about to begin against the commander of the Imperial Fleet, the Living Saint Ephilar, and the Dark Angels Inquisition Priest Asmodai.

From a personal point of view, Anna does not think that these two should be put on trial. In her opinion, both the living saint and the interrogating priest are heroes of the empire.

But no matter what, this was the first defeat under the Warmaster.

As a reporter for the Imperial newspaper, Anna also wanted to know what kind of punishment the Warmaster would give to the two.

Anna is just a mortal, and her fragile body is not enough to support her use of teleportation technology.

The pressure brought by teleportation is not worth mentioning for the Space Marines, but for a woman who only knows how to write articles, it is enough to crush her into a meat paste.

So even though she was extremely anxious, she could only wait in the cabin of the Thunderhawk fighter.

The Thunder Eagle is extremely fast and can return to the battleship in just half an hour.

Under the anxious gaze of the reporter, the indicator light of the mechanical priest's instrument turned green.

"Praise the God of All Machines, the Machine Soul is in a good mood and everything is ready."

"So everything you just did was just to make the machine spirit happier?"

Anna was a little helpless. These technical priests of the Mechanical God Cult always behaved strangely in the eyes of mortals.

"Female, you simply cannot understand. This Thunderhawk was supposed to carry the Warmaster back, but it only brought you. You cannot understand the frustration of the Machine Soul. You only care about your own business." The Mechanical Priest responded with a little anger.

Anna: “.”

Faced with the mentally unstable priest, she tactfully kept her mouth shut.

Accompanying them were two Primaris Space Marines, who were responsible for protecting the journalists' return.

If someone thinks that a commander's reporter just stays behind the battlefield, uses his slender little hands to write down the intelligence feedback from the front line and organizes it into his own words.

That is totally wrong. As a war correspondent, Anna must have insight into everything on the battlefield, and always pay attention to the warmaster's every move, running in the war with the soldiers.

Only in this way can we get closer to the battlefield and record the most realistic war scenes for the people of the empire.

Anna only has the right to record. Without the permission of the Warmaster, the Imperial Press dare not even publish the information she recorded.

Such things are not uncommon, and many records may be sealed in due course, or may never see the light of day.

Anna understood the necessity of this, and as a reporter she had to abide by the Legion's rules.

It is her honor to be able to record the most realistic war for the people of the empire. As for those secret things, perhaps it is best to never make them public.

The pilot adjusted all the parameters, and as the start button was pressed, a slight vibration came from the engine of the Thunderhawk fighter.

This vibration is very weak, and if you don't feel it carefully, you can't really feel it.

But being meticulous is a reporter's strength. Anna could clearly feel the vibration of the engine, and along with the roar of the engine, the blue-purple tail flame spurted out.

The powerful thrust provides sufficient lift for the fighter.

The pilot pushed the power lever to the end, and the fighter plane left a slowly spreading trail of white smoke on the spot, then rushed into the sky with great ferocity.

Through the fighter's windshield, Anna could see the golden clouds.

She was not a scholar who specialized in studying the Eye of Terror, but she knew that the Eye of Terror should be filled with despairing darkness, without a trace of light.

This dazzling golden light came from the warmaster's flag, which spread the glory of the empire to the planet and even covered the entire galaxy.

The fighter plane rose all the way up, broke through the golden clouds, and experienced storms of mixed flames, various poisonous fogs, and colorful subspace turbulence.

This is the remnant of the power of Chaos.

The minions of the gods did not take over this world, but the arrival of such a huge demon army still changed the world permanently.

Unless the Empire is willing to spend a lot of time to clean up the remaining forces of Chaos, but this is impossible, the Empire cannot spend too much energy on this planet.

This victory does not mean that humans are immune to the erosion of the subspace.

Even an Astartes monk, if stationed inside the Eye of Terror for too long, will gradually be corrupted and become a puppet of Chaos.

Anna looked at this world scarred by war with reverence. She wanted to record every detail so that the people of the empire would understand what kind of enemy the warriors who walked out of the crowd were fighting against.

(End of this chapter)