I am a green-skinned master

"How powerful am I! How powerful am I!" Halls destroyed three thousand Tyranid biological ships with one precise shot. One reason was that the Tyranid fleets were very close to each other in order to effectively encircle the orc warships, and the other was that Cheng Mingrui had indeed chosen a good angle.

The teleportation location seemed far away from the battlefield, but it accurately connected the muzzle of the Star God Crusher Cannon and the Zerg fleet.

"Well, that's amazing. Halls is really amazing." Cheng Mingrui coaxed Halls like a child. He felt that Halls was very spiritual and when he saw him, he would think of a clever ghost.

In the starting star system, Cheng Mingrui destroyed most of the Zerg fleet in one battle, and there was not much suspense in the subsequent battles. He brought his 2 billion greenskins and landed on Planets 2 and 3 at the same time. It took a month, and all the Tyranids in the star system and on the planet were cleared out by Cheng Mingrui's greenskins.

Unlike the collective consciousness of the Oronia Galaxy, the collective consciousness of the Starting Point Galaxy passed all the intelligence it had collected to the Great Devourer before it perished. It used its own death to warn the Great Devourer, allowing the Great Devourer to prepare in advance to deal with this newly emerged orc clan with extremely high combat effectiveness.

Cheng Mingrui, who was stationed in the Starting Point Galaxy, also realized that blindly attacking and charging might be very dangerous. The Starting Point Galaxy is just a remote galaxy, and even here the Tyranids have assembled such a huge swarm fleet.

If he continued to charge and fight like this, he might be overwhelmed by the Zerg. He had to find a way to figure out the current situation inside the Octares star field and how far the war had progressed.

After sending out a reconnaissance fleet to investigate the situation, we will once again build more orc warships. In order to improve efficiency, we will not need to repair the ancient giants from scratch this time. We can start from the asteroid belt and hollow out meteorites to make orc giant stones.

Anyway, as long as it is strong enough, charges fast enough, and has powerful artillery, the Orc warship will be able to fight. Other functions such as steering and instability can be given up appropriately.

Cheng Mingrui, who traveled from Blue Star, also has his own understanding of weapons. Some fine weapons cannot win the war. Only large-scale, reliable and usable weapons can win in the eternal war.

This is also very obvious in the human empire. The Astra Militarum with standardized weapons and equipment is such a weapon that can be used once. A small number of Astartes can only be deployed in key positions, while the Astra Militarum has to face almost all battlefields.

When the Starting Point Galaxy was building ships and expanding its fleet, orc pirate fleets would occasionally arrive here, with as few as two or three ships and as many as more than ten.

After seeing Cheng Mingrui's cunning boss, they wisely joined Cheng Mingrui's orc fleet.

While Cheng Mingrui was collecting intelligence and gathering strength, the tiny fluttering of his butterfly wings was causing a storm that was sweeping across the entire galaxy.

The Human Empire, the Tyranids, and the Eldar are all making choices that will determine the fate of their own races, or are on their way to making choices.

The Plague War was a war launched by Mortarion, the Primarch under Nurgle, against Guilliman, the Regent of the Empire, out of jealousy. The Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar was the territory of Guilliman's Ultramarines, and Guilliman was also known as the Lord of Ultramar.

Because of Mortarion's attack, Ultramar is in the midst of war. Guilliman, with his sons, Titans of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Primaris Space Marines, elite Ultramar mortal auxiliaries, the Imperial Navy, the Custodes, and the support of the most powerful forces of the Imperium of Man, is struggling to win the Plague War.

At the Battle of Parmenium, the final and most important battle of the Plague War, Guilliman had to go to the battlefield himself and face off against his brother, the rebellious Primarch Mortarion.

The Emperor's Truesword burned brightly in Guilliman's hand. Daemons could not be killed, they were simply banished back into the Warp. Daemons killed by the Emperor's Truesword would truly die, never to be reborn, with few exceptions.

Such is the power of the Emperor, Lord of Mankind.

After killing countless demons, Guilliman was disappointed that his cowardly brothers did not dare to appear in front of him. Only one great demon of Nurgle stood up to fight him.

It was obvious that one Daemon of Nurgle could not stop Guilliman. The delay of the battle for such a long time had already revealed the power of this Daemon. In the end, Guilliman's Emperor's true sword pierced into the belly of the Daemon of Nurgle, causing the Daemon's face to twist as he laughed wildly.

At the cost of his own life, the Great Daemon stretched out his claws and scratched the weak part of Guilliman's armor, injuring the powerful Primarch for the first time.

Chapter 184 Mortarion

The Nurgle poison originally contaminated the Great Demon's hands is extremely deadly, and can instantly turn any mortal object that is contaminated into a pool of foul pus.

Unfortunately, the powerful Primarch Guilliman is not a mortal being. Even if He denies it like the Emperor, He is the Emperor's son and is a being above mortal beings.

The Nurgle poison had no effect, and Guilliman's wound healed with only a small amount of blood.

Guilliman saw a smile on the face of the Great Demon Nurgle again, and this smile made him feel sick. In Guilliman's eyes, the beautiful big family of friendship and kindness advocated by Nurgle was corrupt and distorted, and was the source of the pollution of pure humanity.

He raised his sword and prepared to launch a fatal blow to the demon in front of him, but he found himself imprisoned. An extremely powerful directional magic trapped him, a demigod.

The battle with Nurgle was a trap, and that little bit of blood was the medium to release magic. The hope of the human empire, Regent Guilliman, was in great crisis.

Finally, his brother Mortarion descended from the sky, and the huge wings behind him spread out like the wings of death, casting a shadow covering Guilliman, as if foreshadowing his future.

Mortarion raised his right hand, pointed the death scythe in his hand at Guilliman, and said triumphantly: "Old Thirteen, you have failed, do you know that? I have been looking forward to this day for a long time!"

Facing Guilliman's angry gaze, Mortarion became even more proud. "Yes, that's the expression. I like to see an expression like that on your face! Do you know how jealous I am of you? With your background and your experiences, you can feel so much love! But what about me? My past, the pain I've gone through, you've never felt it before!

It is true that our ideas are similar. You once regarded me as a brother and cared for me. But your care was a kind of arrogance! You never really understood me!

Stop blindly obeying the tyrant sitting on the throne. You should be more independent and self-reliant. Let me free you.”

"No... I understand pain. I understand it too well. After waking up, I saw that the human empire had become like this, the imperial truth had been abandoned by humans, and there were those brothers who betrayed me. When I thought of these, the pain in my heart was beyond description."

Guilliman raised his head, his eyes clear of any confusion, regret or sorrow. "But, even so! I will still use all my strength to protect the Empire and humanity. Only by persisting can there be hope."

"Hope? Hahaha, stupid!" Mortarion laughed wildly, "Hope does not exist! Hope never exists!"

After saying this, Mortarion raised the sickle in his hand and said, "After I cut off your limbs and bring you to embrace the power of the loving father, you will understand me, you will understand me, and you will know that I have done so much for mankind."

Golden flashes flickered between the two Primarchs, and everything stopped. Everything on the battlefield, the conversations and movements of the two Primarchs, and even the most basic structure of the universe stopped, and all the vibrations calmed down.

Because the concept of time was frozen, everything on the battlefield, whether it was the forces of the human empire or the demon army, became statues and onlookers.

A beautiful human girl and the white dress she was wearing were the only touch of color in this still world. She walked forward like a light elf, stepping over the ruins, over the corpses, and over the bullets flying in the sky.

She walked towards the two Primarchs, slowly but surely.

As she walked, the girl began to emit light, first her eyes, then her facial features, and then her entire body was surrounded by golden light.

Time began to flow, and the demons howled in fear. They wanted to escape immediately, but it was too late. The girl flew into the sky and turned into a golden sun. The light from the sun was golden, but it had no temperature, and it felt cold.

All the demons that were exposed died in pain. They were not expelled back to the warp, but were killed by the power of the Lord of Mankind.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the sun slowly rose above the horizon, and the sunlight spread across the earth. Demons, corruption, and corpses all dissipated like snowflakes in the sunlight, and the power of the warp was quickly expelled.

The magic that trapped Guilliman shattered like glass. When Guilliman, who had gained his freedom, immediately wielded the Emperor's true sword to fight his brother, he only saw Mortarion's panicked back.

The Daemon Primarch had fled, and even though he hated and despised the Emperor, Mortarion still feared His power.

He used the Death Scythe to split open a Warp portal, and those powerful demons that had not yet been melted by the Emperor's power rushed in. After Mortarion glared at Guilliman fiercely, he fled with his demon army.

He didn't think he had lost. He felt that it was just the bad battlefield and that it was the interference of the Emperor's power that led to his failure.

Guilliman loudly insulted Mortarion's cowardice and had to vent his anger on the demons who had no time to escape. The flames burning on the Emperor's truesword seemed to be the embodiment of Guilliman's anger, killing one demon after another.

The defeat of the Daemon Primarch allowed Guilliman to win the Plague War, but the Imperial Regent also fell into deep confusion.

He walked towards the girl in white, if she could still be called a girl in her current state, the Emperor's powerful force almost burned her into charcoal, her facial features were all black holes, the scorching power had burned them out.

Guilliman, who upholds the truth of the Empire, doesn't know how to face such a situation. Such a miracle saved Him, so how can He face such a miracle?

The girl's breath was very weak, and she could die at any time. She used up her last bit of strength to raise her head and looked at Guilliman with her empty eyes. In her mind, that figure was as brilliant as the Emperor.

"Sir, are you the Emperor's representative in the world at this moment? Sir, have I helped you?"

"I am not. I am a human." Guilliman answered mechanically. He had given this answer many times before. "Who are you? Who is this power?"

Guilliman had his own guesses in his mind, but he had to hear it with his own ears to be sure. The girl no longer had the strength to answer the half-body's questions. Her soul and body were burned out, and she was dead.

Across Parmenio, the forces of the Human Empire achieved a decisive victory. Some people were cheering, while other troops were cooperating with the Star Fortresses in the sky to kill those Chaos forces that had not yet retreated.

At this moment, Guilliman felt that all this had nothing to do with him. Just when he was confused, a golden concept left him a message in his heart.

Chapter 185 The New Fleet and Mathieu

Mathieu was excited and uneasy about being received by the demigod. He was uneasy because although his arrangement saved the demigod, it was done without consulting the demigod and was in serious violation of His philosophy.

The demigod always insists on his human identity, and I need to guide him little by little to accept the reality that he is not human.

The exciting thing is that if the demigod killed him with the Emperor's real sword in rage, he would be able to get in such close contact with the Emperor's power and the Emperor's offspring. What an honor, what an glorious thing it would be.

The more he thought about it, the more Mathieu's excitement overshadowed his own uneasiness. He gently knocked on the magnificent door in front of him, and the door opened without a response, as if it had been waiting for him for a long time.

Inside the door, Guilliman was sitting on a chair with a book in his hand, reading carefully. Some of the things in the Book of Lorgar (a book written by Lorgar before his rebellion to spread the Emperor's faith. Because it did not conform to the Emperor's Imperial Truth, Lorgar was severely punished. After the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, this book became the Empire's state religion, similar to the Bible) seemed to make sense, but this thing ultimately violated the Imperial Truth.

Science and rationality are the path that humans should take, but religion and gods...

The doubts in his heart were still not resolved, and Guilliman turned another page of the Book of Lorgar in his hand.

"Sir, you called me?" After entering the door, Mathieu respectfully saluted Guilliman and asked cautiously.

Guilliman raised his head and looked at Mathieu with disgust. He felt that this liar had deceived him. He once thought that Mathieu was a believer in the Imperial truth like himself, but he did not expect that this guy was an invisible fanatic of the Emperor's faith.

Promoting Mathieu to a high position in the state church seemed to be a mistake.

Guilliman carefully folded the Book of Lorgar and put it aside, saying, "You arranged for that girl. I can ignore the deaths of those battle sisters, as they were warriors, but that girl is innocent."

"Her sacrifice was great. Her sacrifice carried out the Emperor's will and saved the Emperor's son. It was worth it. I envy her very much. If possible, I would like to replace her." Mathieu's answer was sincere and truthful.

Guilliman's disgust for this fanatical charlatan grew deeper and deeper. This man had no respect for life at all. Guilliman almost couldn't help but draw his sword and kill Mathieu.

However, the concept in his mind and the miracle on the battlefield made Guilliman hesitate.

"How much do you know about the Octares Orc Star Region?" Guilliman finally endured and asked a question that he had not taken seriously before. After all, the threat from there was still far away.

"I don't know much about this, but sir, if you need me, I will let the astropaths contact Terra urgently and send detailed information." The demigod is not the emperor, but His will must be carried out. Mathieu immediately became ready to work.

"No, no, no, I don't need such details. What I mean is, how much do you know about the green-skinned orcs? What's the battle situation over there?" Guilliman explained immediately.

After a brief recollection, Mathieu began to explain the process of leading the Tyranid fleet to Octares, the unbreakable defense line constructed by Inquisitor Sahansen, and the current battle situation in the entire Octares Orc star field.

"It turns out that the unbroken defense line is simply unsustainable. On the dark side of the Empire separated by the Great Rift, the Empire does not have enough military power to stop either the Greenskin Orcs or the Tyranids."

Perhaps fearing that the bad news would affect the regent's mood, Mathieu continued, "Your Excellency, you don't have to worry. Although the Tyranids are gradually gaining the upper hand in Octareus, the orcs can still hold out for a long time. Our fleet is paying close attention to it all the time.

As long as we eliminate the nearest threats first, drive out the demons of the warp, and reintegrate the power of the empire, we will have enough military strength to deal with the problems coming from Octares."

After listening to Mathieu's words, Guilliman was silent for a long time, so long that Mathieu wondered whether he should speak and leave the time to the regent. Then Guilliman spoke.

"Do you think the threat of extinction of humanity will come from Octares?"

Mathieu was very confused as to why the demigod would ask such a question. The human empire had many, many enemies, and it was the consensus of most of the empire's top brass that the most deadly enemy came from the subspace.

Well, although the Tyranids and Orks have always been threatening the Empire, the Empire has defeated them many times. Mathieu feels that the Empire will be able to defeat these two aliens if it takes it seriously (after all, he is superstitious about the Emperor, and he does not believe in the Zerg swarms that come from outside the galaxy and are larger than the entire galaxy).

"I don't think they can destroy humanity. The Emperor's light shines on us. The more critical the moment, the brighter the Emperor's light will be. In the previous battles, wasn't it the Emperor's unparalleled power that defeated the traitors and demons?" Mathieu expressed his thoughts honestly.

Guilliman hesitated again. He didn't know whether he should tell Mathieu about the concept that emerged in his mind. When he thought about the nature of this fanatic, it might backfire, so Guilliman chose to conceal it.

"Now the threats facing the Imperium are growing day by day. Astartes, the strongest force of the human empire is too dispersed. I think it is time to make some changes and reorganize the scattered Astartes regiments into the model of the legion to deal with the enemies of the Imperium." Guilliman was not discussing, He had already given the order.

"I will carry out your will, my lord. I will support you in all areas." Mathieu continued to salute and lowered his head humbly.

"I have a task for you."

"I will die, sir."

"I will build an expeditionary fleet, the same size as the squadron during the Indomitable Crusade. Of course, this expeditionary fleet will be stronger than those branch fleets. I will talk to the Battle Sisters and the Guards and ask them to join this fleet. And you..."

Mathieu did not look up, but he seemed to feel the demigod's fiery gaze burning his soul.

"And you are responsible for leading this fleet to the Octareus star region..."

"I will hold the unbreakable line of defense for the Empire. As long as I am still alive, no Tyranids will be able to break through there and threaten the Empire." Mathieu felt that he understood something from the demigod's questions. He felt that the demigod wanted him to guard the Tyranids rushing out of the Octareus star field and guard the Empire's territory on the other side of the Great Rift.

"No, I think you misunderstood me. What you need to focus on are the green-skinned orcs. You must always keep an eye on them and assess their strength."

The threat came from the orcs? Did the demigod think that the Beast Wars would happen again? How could this be possible? All the intelligence clearly showed that the Tyranids had a considerable advantage.

Mathieu found it somewhat difficult to understand the demigod's thinking, but he soon realized that the demigod's wisdom was beyond his comprehension.

"You need to pay attention to the special individuals among them. If there is any situation that gets out of control or makes you feel extremely dangerous, contact me immediately and I will personally lead the fleet here."

Chapter 186 A Little Misunderstanding on the Uvis Ark

Mathieu's figure disappeared from Guilliman's sight, and Guilliman didn't know whether his order was right or not, but that fiery concept appeared again and praised Him.

"No aliens can be trusted. All the green-skinned orcs in Octares must be killed."

If this concept really came from his father, then what was the reason? When he met the Emperor, he knew that the Emperor had little humanity left. The Emperor saw him as a tool. How could such a being pay special attention to a green-skinned orc in a remote area?

You know, no matter how you look at it now, the greenskins of Octares have nothing to do with the major threats facing the Human Empire, and perhaps they will be eaten up by the Tyranids in the near future.

Guilliman looked at the Book of Lorgar beside him, and out of curiosity, he picked it up and began to read it carefully. In his opinion, he had sent out such a powerful fleet, and there were still the Death Watch, Black Templars and other Space Marine Chapters on the unbreakable line of defense.

With so many forces gathered together, unless Abaddon leads his army to attack in person, it should not be a problem to stabilize an area of ​​the star field.

While Guilliman was reading peacefully, at the edge of the Octares star field, the Eldar's Uvis Ark was sailing quietly here.

In the last few hundred years, this Ark World has become more powerful, the population has increased a lot, the number of warships has doubled to more than 1,500, and the military strength has doubled.

The reason is sad, this rapid growth is not due to its own development, but to the acceptance of refugees from other Ark Eldar. The galaxy is dangerous and cruel, and a Craft World as large as a planet can also be sunk.

As a refugee from the Malantai Ark, Si Zhan Yirel Aishalia was also rejected by the local residents when he first arrived at the Uvis Ark. Although the local elves did not show it on the surface, the invisible ceiling still existed.

In some key positions and matters, the residents of Uvis Ark would not really be frank with her. She could understand this, because Uvis Ark accepted a large number of Eldar refugees out of brotherhood, but the area of ​​the Ark was limited, and the more people there were, the fewer resources there were.

Because of this, many people on the Ark chose to leave and become Eldar pirates, experiencing adventure while living their own lives.

For three hundred years, there was a ceiling for promotion, but for someone with extraordinary abilities like Yrel, this ceiling could be broken through. Her abilities were recognized through her diligent work, and she became one of the decision-makers of the Ark.

The Uvis Ark was sailing in such a dangerous place as Octares, and she was also behind it. She had some selfish motives because she still had a blood feud to avenge.

Hundreds of years ago, her home, the Maranthai Ark, was destroyed by the Tyranids. It was her fault for being arrogant. She underestimated these bugs. Chaos creatures are indeed the biggest enemy of the Eldar, but the threat of the real world should not be underestimated.