Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

The orc leaders also stopped and formed a circle tacitly.

Only by defeating the big golden guy in a one-on-one duel can you get the true blessing of Gogo and Maoge!

Dorn swung his sword, and Gracchus laughed and met it with his iron claws.

But unexpectedly, there was no expected metal collision sound.

Gracchus caught Dorn's blade, but the edge continued forward, splitting the orc boss's hand in two.

The difference between the orc boss and the Warboss is not just in size. Every Warboss has been recognized by Gogo and Maogo.

A five-meter-tall Orc Boss might be stronger than a four-meter-tall Warboss, but there's still a significant difference in size between the two.

Gracchus's one eye widened in shock as he stared at his neatly severed hand in disbelief.

Scarface can do it, why can't he?

Dorn didn't give him time to think, and turned the sword to go straight for the orc boss's throat.

Gracchus retreated hastily, but still could not avoid the fatal blow, and his head flew high.

His expression was frozen in shock and confusion, as if he still didn't understand why his iron claws failed to catch.

The hair Squig that was parasitic on his scalp screamed and jumped away, fleeing in a gushing rain of blood, but was trampled into a meat pie by other orc bosses.

"It's my turn, my name is..."

While the orc leader was still introducing himself, Dorn had already entered his invincible mode and beheaded him with one sword.

In just a few seconds, the orc boss had turned into a warm corpse.

The beastmen's movements all stopped, and a fart spirit jumped out from the herd, screaming:

"Run, boys, our boss is in trouble!"

……

"Buzz!"

"Alert! Subspace jump signal detected!"

The Iron Will's auspicious array suddenly erupted in a shrill alarm. The technical priest's mechanical tentacles were operating rapidly on the Thinker, and the lines of data scrolling on the screen were like a pouring waterfall.

"They are breaking through the reality veil, level one combat readiness!"

"Macro cannon reload, fire control array calibrate!"

"Lower the blast windows and avoid looking directly into the rift!"

"Send a warning to Reach immediately and inform the Primarch!"

The crack opened silently in the void, like a burning scar.

The wound emitted a strange light from the subspace, which dyed the entire star field a sickly red like pus and blood.

"The Orc Fleet! There are at least two hundred of them, and they keep coming!"

On the tactical screen, the red spots representing enemy ships are increasing exponentially.

Those rough garbage ships squeezed out of the cracks like pustules, dragging out greasy black smoke in the void.

As soon as the Ork garbage ship left the Warp, it rushed forward like a shark smelling blood, and crashed into the minefield carefully laid out by the Empire.

An orc garbage ship suddenly exploded.

The flames of the secondary explosion exploded silently in the vacuum, and the garbage ship made of scrap metal immediately disintegrated.

Love: "Lock onto the largest signal source of the Orc fleet, and fire from all ships!"

In naval battles, decapitation tactics are also of decisive significance.

The largest junk ship must be the orcs' flagship. As long as it can be completely destroyed, the orc fleet will fall into chaos and be leaderless.

Although the Imperial fleet is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, it is only one-tenth of the Orc fleet.

But the Empire has the best timing and location. The Ork fleet has just left the warp and has not yet deployed its energy shield. It is the most vulnerable moment!

The Imperial Fleet, which was on high alert, had already completed firepower calibration!

In an instant, the Imperial fleet began to tremble violently.

The macro cannon array let out a deafening roar, and the light spear array also burst out with dazzling light.

The macro cannon shells penetrated the orc ships blocking the way, and the light spears directly hit and penetrated the target ship, causing a series of violent explosions.

This is an inherent flaw of the Orc garbage ship, which is very likely to explode once hit.

But usually it is not the ammunition depot that explodes, but the engine or power system.

Orc technology, trustworthy.

Love was delighted that his tactics had been a complete success, but the expected chaos did not occur.

The Orc fleet still maintained an amazing degree of organization, rushing towards the Imperial defense line one after another.

What is even more disturbing is that more and more Ork warships are pouring out of the Warp rifts, including some junk ships of the same size as the Ork ships they destroyed, and even a space wreck with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers!

Love's heart sank to the bottom. It was obvious that the space hulk was the real threat to the orcs!

It was so massive it far outstripped any Imperial vessel, and Love couldn't even imagine an attack that could destroy it.

On the tactical screen, the orc fleet was still multiplying at an alarming rate, and hundreds of various junk ships had gathered around the spaceship.

Love immediately issued an order, "All ships retreat! Maintain maneuverability!"

"Don't engage the orcs head-on; use harassment tactics!"

"For humanity!"

"For the Emperor!" the captains responded in unison.

The Imperial fleet scattered like a frightened school of fish, while the Ork fleet remained in the minefield.

Although they also fought back against the Empire, the Ork naval guns were extremely powerful, but their accuracy was surprisingly poor.

Only a few shots hit the Imperial fleet, but failed to penetrate the void shield's protection.

The Imperial Fleet's volleys of cannon and light spears also turned into precise bursts of fire, specifically targeting the small boats on the flanks of the Orc fleet.

Chapter 218 The First Batch of Reinforcements (5K)

One wave just flattened, another wave rose again.

The Empire and Invert's joint defense fleet is still stubbornly resisting the Orcs, but the Orcs landing on Reach is inevitable.

The scale of the orcs also far exceeded expectations, with more than a thousand garbage ships of various types and hundreds of millions of orcs.

Considering the overall size of the orcs, this fleet is not large.

The largest invasions can contain millions of warships, hundreds of billions of Orks, and even battle moons.

But such a scale is still difficult for the Invert Empire to resist.

If the Orc fleet were allowed to enter the orbit of Reach and all of these Orcs were thrown onto the surface of Reach, the defenders' defenses would probably collapse in an instant.

Dorn's steady voice echoed in the war conference room. "The fleet will cooperate with me in executing the boarding tactic. I will personally lead the assault on the space hulk and behead the Ork Warboss."

Love's holographic projection flickered slightly, and his tone was filled with worry. "My Lord, this is too risky. We can wait for reinforcements. We have better options."

Dorn: "We have no better choice, General Gutierrez. You will be responsible for the personnel selection. I only give you 6 hours."

"Yes, my lord." General Gutierrez saluted solemnly.

Although he was also worried, he knew that the Primarch's will would not be shaken by mortals.

Love fell silent.

They could have used a safer tactic, allowing the orcs to land on Reach, and then using the Extermination Order on Reach to completely eliminate the orc threat.

However, the cost is too high.

Hundreds of thousands of mortal soldiers holding the front lines and tens of millions of innocent civilians have not yet evacuated. They will all be reduced to ashes in the flames of the extermination order.

Dorn would not accept such an option and would rather take the risk himself.

It's not that he doesn't know how to weigh the pros and cons.

To the Imperium, one Primarch is worth far more than thousands of agricultural worlds.

But human nature is not cold calculation.

Some prices cannot be paid, and some bottom lines cannot be crossed.

If they can give up their bottom line for victory today and sacrifice a few people in the name of justice, what will happen tomorrow?

The extermination order is the best and easiest way to go, but it is not the only way.

Since his brothers didn't leave, he wouldn't leave either.

Besides, he is not alone.

He still has a father and brothers.

Dorn: "Father and I have boarded the Space Hulk. Brother, command of the fleet is now in your hands."

The holographic projections of Love and the other commanders paused for a moment. Brother? The Primarch had a mortal brother?

They were happy to be commanded by their Primarch.

But if the command is given to a mortal they have never met, they will reject even the Primarch's orders.

They believed that the Primarch would not act without a purpose, and the person he recommended must have considerable command talent.

But we are all elites among mortals. Even if there is a gap, it will not be as big as the original body. Why is it you?

Due to the Primarch's huge body and the limited projection angle, the commanders initially only saw Dorn.

It was not until the holographic image slowly unfolded that they realized that there was another tall figure standing next to the Primarch!

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

Having the same height as the Primarch and being called brother by the Primarch, the answer is self-evident.

But, when did you come?

Perturabo: "I have no experience commanding a fleet in combat, nor do I have any understanding of the capabilities of Imperial vessels."

"I can't command. Let me join you."

"lie."

Dorn stared at Perturabo, his words sharp and unrelenting.

Perturabo was more experienced than he in the art of speaking, but they knew each other intimately.

Perturabo did not have experience in commanding fleet operations, but he had been studying and had very solid theoretical knowledge.

He may not understand the performance of the Empire's ships, but he is very familiar with the Invert Empire's fleet.

It won’t take long to learn from one example and understand the various performance characteristics of the Imperial ships in detail.

The Primarch was born to be a commander for war. Even without experience, he could always transform theory into tactics to defeat the enemy.

Talking about things on paper is a mistake that only ordinary people make.

Perturabo was simply worried about him and his father, and that wasn't rational.

Their father taught them that a Primarch must possess humanity.

But Perturabo was all too human.

It was not the right thing for the whole family of three to board the space hulk.

Space hulks are inherently dangerous, and the conditions aboard them are completely unknown.

Even a father cannot protect everyone. Once an accident happens, everyone will die and the loss will be maximized.

Luo Fu's voice trembled slightly, "My Lord, you...you..."

Perturabo: "I am Perturabo, Primarch."

These few short words made all the officers who heard them straighten their bodies involuntarily.

Invert has two Primarchs. They should have thought of that sooner!

Fulgrim and Sanguinius, Vulkan and Ferrus.