Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 286 93, The Regent Arrives on the Battlefield
The Imperial Orcs were still driving their patched warships, but no race in the galaxy dared to underestimate the huge ships they owned - even though these warships looked like tattered junk ships pieced together from a pile of scrap metal.

But the interior is extremely hardcore and scientific.

When the orcs gather together, the stronger their waaagh force field becomes, the more complete the technological heritage buried in their genes by the Old Saints will become. The shabby warships that appear to break down with a slight collision actually have the most advanced particle reactor technology inside.

This also means that the Orcs, a barbaric and rude civilization, have few rivals even on the space battlefield.

"This is the world. Look at those iron lumps. Beat them all!" The orc boss roared excitedly on the deck of the giant ship. With a wave of his hand, he knocked a young technician out and stuck him against the wall of the battleship.

“waaagh!!!”

Countless orc boys also waved their weapons, looking forward to the upcoming battle.

Some fools even smashed their weapons on the orc warlords.

But this time, they were destined to fail.

Because what they have to face are the Necrons, almost all of whom have already ascended mechanically.

The outcome of the war would not be different because of the Orks' bellicosity. The Orks soon realized that they were no match for the Necrons in space battles.

The Necron ships easily cut through the Orc fleet.

Even though the Ork fleet was a powerful force in the entire galaxy, it was still defeated by the Necrons.

"Damn it!" Ironclad saw one of his warships being engulfed by the Necrons' energy weapons, and the orc boss gnashed his teeth in anger.

But his anger was destined to be useless, and the Necrons could still crush them easily.

Faced with such an unfavorable situation.

Just when Tiejia was about to give in and run away.

Inside the Empire's communication channel, the Military Affairs Department suddenly sent him a string of coordinates and asked him to go to the designated location.

Tiejia smiled, his thick lips opened, revealing thick and sharp fangs.

He had been hesitating whether to run away for the sake of his reputation, but now no one could say that he had escaped.

This is called a strategic shift.

"Boys, turn the boat around!" Tiejia gave the order, thinking about the new words he had learned before.

The huge orc fleet immediately changed its course and escaped the gravitational orbit of the Isen galaxy.

Their retreat was chaotic, and frankly no different from fleeing in panic.

On the way of retreat, many of their warships were destroyed by the Necrons.

Just when Tiejia arrived at the coordinate point with hope in his eyes, he discovered to his grief and anger that there was no reinforcement as he had imagined, but a huge meteorite belt - let alone reinforcements, there was nothing here except bare meteorites.

The Necrons were chasing closely, and this huge meteorite belt blocked the way of the Ork fleet like a reef in the sea.

The Orc fleet was forced into a desperate situation.

Just when Tiejia felt that he was being fooled by those bastards in the Military Affairs Department.

The light of a huge imperial beacon outlined in the void enveloped the entire space battlefield in an instant.

The wormhole of time and space jump forms a brief spatial overlap.

Complex light and shadows emerged, and at this moment it seemed as if the distant Geno Galaxy, spanning dozens of light years, overlapped with the Ethan Galaxy.

Two huge galaxies were overlapped, and hundreds of warships of the Human Empire suddenly jumped to the space battlefield.

Their method of interstellar migration cannot be detected in advance even with the technology of the Necrons.

The terrifying light beams, torpedoes, and space missiles shook the cold and silent space in an instant.

The rocks that had been floating in the asteroid belt for millions of years were bombed into dust in the universe almost in an instant, and the Necrons' warships were no exception.

Before the Necrons could organize an effective counterattack, their losses had exceeded 40%.
Relying on powerful firepower and this surprise attack, humans quickly gained the advantage in the space battle.

After suppressing the Necron fleet, the Munitions Department once again issued an order to send Imperial Orks to airdrop to the ground battlefield.

Such an order undoubtedly met the orcs' wishes.

The orcs' adaptability to the environment is extremely terrifying. They can almost ignore most of the extreme environments in the universe, whether it is extremely toxic, extremely cold, or radioactive dust.

Even on a barren death world, they can transform it into a spore-covered planet in a very short time, giving rise to a green tide covering the planet's surface.

They don't even need food, they only need to bask in the light of stars and rely on photosynthesis to provide the energy needed to fight.

Dense groups of orcs, wearing simple equipment with almost no protective capabilities, landed on the ground battlefield of the planet Ethan.

The terrible green tide soon swept the world.

The roar of artillery fire rang out on the ground, blowing away a large number of Necrons' technological creations.

During the battle between the two sides, the corpses of orcs continued to fall on the battlefield.

The Necrons have little interest in flesh and blood.

The bodies of the orcs were piled together with the bodies of the imperial civilians who did not have time to evacuate on Ethan's world and were left to rot.

Harsh environments and plagues are no threat to the Necrons' war machines.

Perhaps only Nurgle's unearthly blight could have tainted these machines, turning them into twisted creations of flesh and blood.

Flies may be the only creatures that benefit from this war.

They surrounded the corpses of orcs and humans and began their feast.

With every explosion on the battlefield, countless flies would fly up, looking like rolling black clouds.

The human fleet won the space battlefield with the help of the Imperial Beacon and powerful firepower.

Later, with the assistance of the Imperial Fleet, the orcs quickly opened up the situation in the Esen world.

A giant wearing azure armor stepped out, leading his warriors to land in the Ethan world.

The landing ship burned as it rushed through the outer atmosphere of Ethan's world, and a series of soaring fighter planes guarded the safety of the landing ship.

The fighter planes formed a tight line of defense to ensure that the landing ship would not be attacked by any enemy.

The huge ships that blocked out the sun and covered the sky of Ethan's world.

The whole world was shrouded in the shadow of the giant ship.

In outer orbit, the Necrons' ships were constantly being destroyed, and the wreckage slid through the planet's atmosphere like meteors.

In order to deal with the recycling capabilities of the Necrons, all destroyed spacecraft were thrown to different landing points by the weapons of the Human Empire.

Or send out interference waves to prevent the Necromancer technicians from recovering it.

As countless explosions lit up the sky of Ethan, the landing ship landed on the desolate ground of this world.

The hatch opened, and Primaris Space Marines, also wearing azure armor, poured out of the cabin. They stood guard in different positions, alert to the enemy.

The Sisters of War, the Grey Knights, and the Guardians hiding in the shadows, each stayed in their own positions.

If any danger occurs, they will protect the Regent of the Empire with their lives.

If Guilliman were injured, it would mean that they had failed not only in their duty but also in the Empire.

Guilliman stepped out of the landing ship, his iron boots touching the ground.

The hive buildings and beautiful mountains and rivers that once belonged to humans in the Ethan world have all become devastated by the war.

Now all the resources of this world have been plundered, leaving only a tattered meteorite world.

The scarabs of the Necrons have destroyed this world to pieces. To humans, this world is already dead.

Not long after Guilliman arrived at the battlefield, airdrop pods began to rain down from the sky.

As the hatch glowing red opened, thousands of Primaris Space Marines belonging to the Ultramarines walked out.

The weapons in the hands of the Extreme Warriors have been activated and the chainswords have been started.

Each of them was wearing power armor made of heavy metal.

The nuclear reactor energy backpack made a buzzing sound behind them.

Although the sound was very small, it seemed extremely loud to the Primaris Space Marines and Primarchs due to their keen hearing.

Their expressions have been covered by heavy helmets, and only the red light emitted by the visual devices can be seen.

All the warriors stood silently behind Guilliman, waiting for orders.

The huge double-headed eagle flag fluttered in the strong wind of Ethan's world.

Fighter planes roared past at low altitude, providing fire support to the Imperial Orcs fighting in the distance.

Guilliman's determined gaze swept across the surface of the planet after Dukel took over as the Imperial Warmaster and established a new combat system.

He has been away from the battlefield for several years, but that doesn't mean he will become weak.

Guilliman raised the Emperor's sword high in his hand, and golden flames burned along the patterns.

He raised the sword given to him by the Emperor above his head so that all brave warriors could see the brilliance of the golden flame.

"For the ideals we all defend, for our fellow men who have suffered, for the pain we are experiencing and the hope that will surely come in the future, for the honor of the living and the dead, for the glory of the Emperor and the land of Terra."

"Destroy them, soldier!"

As Guilliman swung the Emperor's Sword down, the warriors behind him also roared loudly enough to overturn the world.

They are willing to become the invincible sword in the regent's hand and wipe out all enemies.

The Ultramarines marched with heavy steps and rushed with weapons in hand towards the Necrons' war machines that were fighting with the Imperial Orks.

Ultramarines Captain Titus wielded his power sword, and the dark blue force field split a mechanical centipede in two.

These insect-like creatures also ooze plasma-like liquid from the cut wounds.

Titus found the opponent's power core and stepped on it. A slight explosion occurred where his boots stepped, and the machine was completely unable to serve in the war.

"In the name of the Regent, we shall claim the glorious victory! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Warmaster!" Titus roared and charged into the enemy's wave like a wild beast.

Countless orc boys burst into huge cheers when they saw him killing.

Some orc boys, wielding crude weapons and shouting the battle cry of "waaagh", spontaneously followed the Extreme Warrior and charged together, deep into the enemy group.

The heroic appearance of the empire's heroes was too waaagh even for the orcs.

Titus, who was still fighting fiercely, suddenly felt endless strength surge in his body, and this strength surged in his heart.

This force was so strong that Titus even felt that he had to tear every enemy in front of him to pieces to prevent this force from bursting his strong heart.

Titus was determined to kill every enemy that stood in his way to relieve his father's worries.

The return of Guilliman and the Primarchs saved the Imperium from the dark abyss of ignorance.

Humanity once again controls the stars, and all enemies seem worthy of fear.

Thanks to the joint efforts of the primarchs, the dying human empire regained its vitality.

But Titus knew that even great demigods had their limits.

Even if they are as brave as the Primarchs, they cannot kill every enemy of humanity - especially their genetic father. Even though the Space Marines cannot intuitively perceive the power gap between the Primarchs, after these years of fighting, the Ultramarines also vaguely feel that their fathers do not seem to be known for their bravery.

Among the Primarchs who have now returned to the Empire, leaving aside the young Sanguinius, both the Lion King and the Warmaster have performed on the battlefield far beyond their imagination.

There are no fools among the Space Marines, and when they saw this accurately, no one was disappointed. Instead, it made them realize that compared to other Primarchs, their Gene-Father needed more loyal subordinates, enough supporters, and people who were willing to sacrifice their lives to serve as the silent sword in his hand.

Titus is willing to share the worries of his genetic father and defeat all enemies in the name of regent.

Guilliman walked among his guards.

When he appeared on the battlefield, his Honor Guard became extremely alert.

His loyal guards cleared a safe path for him, and their vigilant eyes scanned every enemy to ensure that they would not have the power to harm their monarch.

The Warmaster had personally issued an order prohibiting the Regent from personally entering the battlefield unless it was necessary.

The Glory Guard can be said to be the most supportive group of people for this order.

They are still haunted by the severe injuries Guilliman suffered for the Empire in the past war.

But as Guilliman had said, this was a necessary circumstance.

Facts have proved that when a Primarch appears on the battlefield, he can almost turn the tide of the battle, even if his name is Robert Guilliman.

When the Regent wielded the Sword of the Emperor in his hand, he still displayed a power far beyond the imagination of the Space Marines.

The burning sword swept across, and everything was chopped into pieces easily.

Even though the Necrons' war machines had terrifying repair capabilities, they were unable to repair the damage caused by the Sword of the Emperor. They were completely scrapped and turned into scrap metal on the ground.

With the addition of Guilliman, the Necrons' mechanical army was on the verge of defeat.

In outer orbit, the Necrons' warships showed their clear intention to retreat for the first time.

The Necrons' fleet began to move outside the star system, preparing to escape the star's gravity and leave the battlefield.

However, just as this intention was transformed into action, they quickly turned back.

The Necrons fleet also seemed to have noticed Guilliman at this time and obtained his special identity.

With the continuous flow of information, they changed their strategy in a very short time and set their sights on the Primarch.

(End of this chapter)