Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 122: The Fall of the Orc Emperor
"An empire spanning thousands of star systems will be destroyed in the wrath of humanity."

"We are about to witness the death of a ruler. This is how the universe works. There are no eternal dynasties."

Fulgrim spoke to his fellow Primarchs in a humorous tone.

The bells of the war mobilization order rang throughout the Emperor's Grand Plan.

Echoing in every corridor and every hall.

The Primarchs gathered on the deck, watching the busy battle preparations.

Countless formations are making intensive preparations for war.

Preparations for a large-scale landing operation are proceeding in an orderly manner.

A monster-like fighter plane was pulled out of the cabin.

Connect the fuel line and add fuel.

The priests and slaves wearing red robes and implanted with a large number of mechanical prosthetic limbs were concentrating on repairing the instruments and equipment, as well as the missiles hanging on both sides of the wings and the artillery under the cockpit.

Not far from the hangar, a Titan that looked like an ancient Titan monster was also being overhauled.

The two Emperor-class Titans are particularly conspicuous.

They stand proudly like the kings of gods.

Looking down upon all living things with its armored head, it sings praises of war and destruction.

A large number of ground crews gathered at its feet like mortal believers.

The function of Titan is extremely simple, which is only destruction.

Numerous heavy cables with horizontal stripes extend from the hangar ceiling.

Connect the energy core buried deep inside the battleship to the armored torso of the Titan.

Let the plasma reactor of this powerful war machine be nurtured by the power of an imprisoned star.

A giant rumbling mechanical arm descended from the roof.

Pick up the buckets full of giant shells and slender missiles and transport them to the loading and unloading area of ​​the Titan weapon rack.

Whether it's a rotary cannon of astonishing size, a long-range howitzer, or a plasma cannon that can flatten an entire city.

Each weapon is as large as a building.

"To destroy those alien empires and make mankind great again, isn't that our mission?" Lorgar responded to Fulgrim's words, "The future of mankind will never be limited to this small galaxy. This is just the beginning of our great journey."

"The greater world of the universe is calling us, waiting for our conquest."

"It sounds very exciting." Chagatai said: "The universe outside the universe, just thinking about it makes people realize that it will be an unprecedented magnificent epic."

"I wonder what the wonders of the alien universe are. Are the creatures there the same as us? What kind of civilization and thoughts do they have?"

"You will see it. Mr. Raven will definitely take you to another universe. You will see an ecology and civilization development system that is completely different from this universe."

Lorgar recalled what happened in the DND universe.

The universe that has God.

It completely shattered his filter of God.

The so-called gods are actually just people with greater power.

They do not have the so-called supreme wisdom, nor can they lead all living beings across time.

It is better to believe in them than to believe in the great god of chips and ketchup.

Luo Jia made a decision in his heart.

Later, there will be a chance to go to the heavens.

He must have a universe dedicated to building a shrine to the god of French fries and ketchup.

Only worshippers of the god of chips and ketchup are allowed to enter the holy place.

It is filled with scriptures praising Him and sculptures of Him.

"There are also many races in the alien universe. Some are very friendly, while others regard humans as enemies. But it doesn't matter. When the time comes, we will eliminate those guys one by one. At that time, those races will only have two choices: either surrender to humans or face destruction."

Mortarion expressed his opinion.

"What about the forging skills in the alien universe?" Vulkan asked.

"Excellent." Mortarion took out his death scythe.

This weapon was taken from the hands of the god of death and contains the power of death.

The soul of every living being that dies under the scythe of death will become part of the scythe.

"It's a very good weapon indeed."

Vulkan and Ferrus reached out to touch Mortarion's death scythe at the same time, feeling the death and decay within it.

Both of them are masters who are proficient in forging.

Naturally, he could feel the exquisite craftsmanship used in forging the Death Scythe and sighed sincerely.

Perturabo stood silently by, like a cold sculpture.

He wanted to join in the conversation between the other Primarch brothers, but he also hoped that they would take the initiative to talk to him.

"Perturabo, what do you think?" Ferrus looked at Perturabo beside him.

"Well, the numbers are indeed very good, but if I am given some time, I can also forge the same weapon." Perturabo said lightly.

“A concise and modest statement.” Ferrus shrugged.

Perturabo: "..."

Should I be more enthusiastic and humble?

But if I'm passionate, will it not suit my temperament? !
modesty?

The question is, can I really forge this kind of weapon?

Isn't it humble to tell the truth?

Well, they ignored me again!

It's really infuriating.

Even if I'm a little arrogant.

You should pay more attention to me.

They still say they are brothers, how disappointing.

Thousands of thoughts instantly emerged from the Primarch's brain, which contained extraordinary wisdom.

Annoyance, entanglement, small regrets, resentment and indignation will all pass in a flash.

"Let's change the subject." Chagatai interrupted everyone's discussion of the alien universe, "This time, we will fight alongside our father."

Lorgar said: "The orcs are the biggest obstacle to the human empire's unification of the galaxy. As long as the orc empire is destroyed, there will be no obstacles to the rise of humanity."

"At that time, we can consider going to other galaxies or other universes." Mortarion's tone was full of excitement. "I can't wait to fight the enemies in other universes."

"This is not a fun thing." Lorgar said, "Then we will not be fighting against the weak beings we have now, but those who possess extraordinary power."

"When we conquered the galaxy, the enemies were too weak compared to us. The only ones that were difficult to deal with were a few ancient races."

"Once we travel to other universes, we will face the most powerful individuals and the most elite armies in that universe. By that time, the Orc Emperor will probably be nothing more than a small soldier."

"Fighting with those gods, those creators, and those indescribable beings is the meaning of the existence of the Primarch." Mortarion said: "Those weak creatures do not interest me at all. My scythe craves the blood of gods and creators."

At this time, the imperial guards marched in from the archway in the distance.

"Father is here," Lorgar said to his other Primarch brothers.

The other Primarchs also looked over.

Surrounded by the Guards, the Emperor walked before the Primarchs.

He wore golden armor emblazoned with an eagle with outstretched wings, and a bronze cape woven from scales flowed behind him.

Terrifying spiritual energy lingered around him, emitting a terrifying pressure that made everyone tremble.

"My dear children, are you interested in joining my vanguard?" said the Emperor.

No one would refuse the Emperor.

Not to mention his sons.

The Primarchs gladly accepted the honor.

"Where is Mr. Raven?" Lorgar noticed that the raven, who always liked to stand on the Emperor's shoulder, did not appear.

"He's minding his own business."

The Emperor's mouth twitched slightly as he thought of Waldo's report.

Raven didn't know why he became addicted to games.

I've been playing all this time.

He also sent the Imperial Guards to arrest people, saying that the game developers might be involved in crimes such as betraying humanity and colluding with Chaos.

"Is that so?" Luo Jia was a little disappointed.

I always feel like something is missing without Mr. Raven going with me.

It's like a child participating in a competition alone, and there is someone missing in the audience.

As the order for the general attack was issued.

The warships suspended in low-Earth orbit began a new round of orbital bombardment.

Dense beams of light, antimatter missiles, and annihilation shells fell like raindrops, hitting the shields of the Greenskin Empire.

The horrific bombing changed the color of the sky over Ullanor.

Everywhere there was the afterglow of dissipated lasers and the bright glow of explosions.

The fighter jet rushed out of the ejection track like a falcon, roared and dived towards the ground to suppress the ground firepower.

Along with the roar of the teleportation matrix, teleportation light gates opened on the ground.

The Titan, clad in heavy armor, walked out of the teleportation light gate with heavy steps and stepped onto the highly transformed surface of Ullanor.

The surface is dotted with towering buildings, giant fortresses welded from rusty steel plates, and solid battlements with super cannons.

Endless power generation equipment and shield devices stretch across the land like mountains.

Supported by their huge population, the orcs of Ullanor possess extraordinary wisdom.

They have developed a civilization unique to themselves.

Unfortunately, this civilization will be completely wiped out today. There was no road left for the Titans to move in the orc city, but the Titan Legion forcibly opened a road with its terrifying size and firepower.

A thick beam of light swept out, and the steel buildings along the way melted into molten iron, flowed to the ground, and solidified into a charred solid.

Ancient giants emitting black smoke were activated in various parts of the city, moving towards the Imperial Titan with black smoke.

They are equipped with a variety of deadly weapons and are creations created by the orcs' unique art of destruction and war.

A great battle broke out between the two sides, and the aftermath destroyed everything within its reach.

Astartes warriors were also deployed to various battlefields to fight with those powerful orcs.

They marched like a wave, killing enemies, destroying key points, and winning victory after victory.

Of course, they also paid some price.

Unfortunately, the key to determining the outcome of this battle does not lie with them.

The Emperor arrived at the battlefield with the Primarchs and the Imperial Guards using a teleportation device.

The orcs came like a raging tide.

They shouted loudly, brandished their heavy weapons, or used huge pistols to shoot at the Emperor and his entourage.

The Primarchs gathered into a semicircle, like a dam to block the mad tide of beasts and protect their father.

The death scythe in Mortarion's hand danced.

A casual swing could easily take the lives of those guys.

Wherever he went, he left behind piles of broken limbs, just like the Asura Hell.

Perturabo roared, holding a hammer of incredible size.

An orc that was over five meters tall was knocked flying by his hammer, and then his head was smashed by the hammer again.

Chagatai used his speed to weave through the waves of orcs.

The flash of swords appeared frequently, as fast as thunder.

The enemy was often cut in half before they could even see his movements.

Waldo held a spear covered with electric current, and every time he swung it, large groups of orcs were killed.

Roar!
A huge orc swung his machete and slashed at Perturabo, but he blocked it with his hammer.

The other orc roared and rushed towards Perturabo with a war hammer in his hand.

Such a terrifying force made the air explode.

A random blow is enough to flatten even a heavy armored vehicle.

Emergency moment.

Jaghatai stood beside Perturabo and blocked the orc's hammer.

Then, with a flash of the knife, the orc was split into two.

"I do not need you."

Perturabo blurted out unconsciously.

The Lord of Steel needs no help.

Only the weak need help, the strong can always solve everything.

Help is mercy.

Such pity would only make him weak.

He hasn't finished a sentence yet.

Perturabo's reason prevailed.

He forced himself to suppress the rest of the words.

What a stupid statement.

How could he say such cold words to his brother?

"Thank you." Perturabo changed his tone.

Chagatai smiled and said, "It's just a small matter. I told you that you can trust my back."

Perturabo swung his hammer towards Chagatai.

Chagatai did not move, not even thinking of raising his knife.

The sound of breaking air was loud.

The disturbed air currents lifted Chagatai's long hair.

A green-skinned orc rushing from behind was hit by the warhammer in Perturabo's hand.

The huge body flew backwards, making a dull sound when it landed.

"You can also leave your back to me," Perturabo said.

The Emperor and his entourage formed a wedge-shaped attack.

Like a spear, it pierced through the waves of orcs.

Head straight to the magnificent palace where the Orc Emperor is.

The closer they got to the Orc Emperor, the greater the resistance they encountered.

The powerful force of WAAAGH is almost materialized, and the combat effectiveness of each orc is exaggerated.

They are muscular, huge in size, and their entire bodies are mechanized. The most exaggerated thing is their size, which is as high as more than ten meters, or even twenty or thirty meters, comparable to knight mechas.

Standing there they look like sculptures, and only when they move will people be surprised to find that those huge creatures are alive.

In the WAAAGH realm, there are a unique set of rules for orcs.

The various special abilities of the genetic engine are difficult to use freely in this field.

Only by holding a sharp sword and fighting in close combat can the opponent be completely defeated.

This was an extremely arduous battle, but one that is worth remembering for future generations.

The Emperor eventually came to a war with the Orc Emperor.

The terrifying shock wave was even more exaggerated than that caused by Titans and Ancient Giants.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, covering everything.

They fought from day to night, and from night to day.

The magnificent palace collapsed due to the battle between the two.

With the blessing of the WAAAGH power of the entire race, the power of the Orc Emperor has no upper limit.

No matter how powerful the psychic attack released by the Emperor, the opponent can take it intact and launch an even more terrifying counterattack.

Neither the Primarchs nor the Custodes were able to intervene in this battle. They tried their best to stop the endless stream of Orc troops and create time for the Emperor to kill the Orc Emperor.

"Big guy."

"I'm so sad. I lost nine consecutive games in PVP."

At this time, Raven tore open the space, appeared on the emperor's shoulder, and complained incessantly.

The Emperor had no time for the Ravens.

He was still fighting hard, using his sword to block the Orc Emperor's torrential attacks.

Whoosh!
A sound broke through the air.

The sharp mechanical tentacles rushed over with incredible speed, piercing the emperor's body in an instant, and bright red blood splashed out.

"The most annoying thing is that teammate just now. He played so badly that he seriously lowered my level."

While the raven was transferring the original power to the emperor to help him repair his body and replenish the lost strength, it was also noisily complaining about the game just now.

"Raven, can you please take a look at the current situation first?" The emperor was a little helpless.

"So you are impatient with me now?" Raven looked resentful.

"Sorry, keep going."

The emperor swung his sword fiercely, and the huge force forced the orc emperor back, and then poured out his anger on the opponent.

With the help of the Raven, the Emperor's power is limitless, allowing him to perform a variety of methods.

Finally, the battle that lasted for several days came to an end.

The orc emperor was ultimately defeated by the emperor and his head was chopped off by a sword.

Without hesitation, the Emperor gathered a terrifying force and slammed it onto the opponent's corpse, completely reducing it to ashes.

The death of the Orc Emperor set off a storm of terror.

The powerful WAAAGH force collapsed and swept out like a wave.

The heads of the powerful orc guards and orc warlords exploded one after another.

They are too deeply bound to the Orc Emperor.

Now that the orc emperor has fallen, their heads have also exploded.

The remaining orcs were leaderless and became the targets of slaughter by the Empire.

The biggest obstacle to humanity's unification of the galaxy was thus completely removed.

What remains is just a matter of time, and it poses no threat to humanity's domination of the galaxy.

As fate would have it, the Emperor won the Battle of Ullanor with great celebration and withdrew from the Great Crusade.

But now, the emperor's mind has long been set on the vast heavens.

The gain or loss of a mere galaxy was not enough to pluck his heartstrings.

Perhaps, when a universe is truly conquered, the Emperor will hold a grand celebration as fate would have it.

After a brief celebration, the Emperor announced that he would return to Terra to rest and the First Expeditionary Fleet would be temporarily commanded by the fleet commander.

The Primarchs could not go back with them. They would stay in the First Expeditionary Fleet and go to their respective legions when the time was right.

There was only one exception.

"You are an outstanding builder, Perturabo. Let's go back to Terra. We need to build more wonders to inspire people's enthusiasm."

The raven looked towards Perturabo, waiting for his answer.

(End of this chapter)