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

They are just country folk from the pocket empire of Invert. Their equipment is not as sophisticated as that of the mortal auxiliary troops, but they are just as brave and fearless!

"For Dorne! For Invert!"

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"My lord!"

The void near Mandeville Point rippled as a massive main fleet tore through the veil and leaped out of the warp.

The holographic projection on the bridge flickered, showing the signals of an intense firefight in the galaxy ahead.

The captain saluted a giant in power armor, "We have contacted the defenders in the system. They are engaged in a fierce firefight with the Ork fleet!"

The Space Marine raised a hand to stop him. "Skip the battle briefing and tell me directly, which Primarch is it?"

Chapter 219 Tactical Coordination (5K)

"The two Primarchs, Rogal Dorn and Perturabo, my Lord."

The captain bowed his head respectfully and replied.

"The Orcs have invaded their flagship, the Phalanx. The two Primarchs are currently leading their armies in battle against the Orcs and are unable to respond to us personally."

Space Marine: "Which Legion are they Primarchs of?"

"Fourth and Seventh."

A trace of disappointment flashed across the Space Marine's eyes, but he quickly straightened his body and gave an order in a majestic voice, "In the name of Grann Vosoto, sons of war, immediately adjust your course and rush to the rescue of the Phalanx at full speed!"

Even if it wasn't their Primarch, it was still the Primarch of the Empire.

And the instructor was there too.

What if something happens to the mentor and their original body cannot come back?

Even if the tutors are not surprised, they should show their abilities at this time.

This way the Master will remember the Thirteenth Legion, and perhaps the next one to return will be their Primarch!

There is only one chance to revive the Legion, and Wosoto must seize it!

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"My Lord, a main fleet has just completed a warp jump into the current system and is heading towards us!"

Love's voice, trembling with excitement, rang out over the communication channel.

Wop: "Which fleet?"

"The 12th Expeditionary Fleet, affiliated with the Sons of War."

Perturabo: "We must rendezvous with the 12th Expeditionary Fleet as soon as possible. Order the fleet to adjust its formation."

"The second squadron will break through the orc blockade, the third squadron will cover the left wing, the fourth squadron will cover the right wing, and the first squadron will provide the rear defense."

"All ships maintain maximum firepower output and open up a safe channel for the Phalanx!"

"As you command, my lord!"

Love straightened his back and conveyed the order to his adjutant, "Immediately convey the Primarch's order to the entire fleet."

Perturabo was the temporary commander of the fleet, commanding hundreds of various ships of both the Imperial and Invertian empires.

The four squadrons were commanded by two lord commanders of the Empire and two experienced captains of the Invert Empire. They were all qualified commanders. Their on-the-spot reactions might be a little worse, but they would not show obvious flaws when commanding large-scale fleet operations.

On the tactical holographic projection, the blue light spots representing the Imperial Fleet quickly changed their formation, guarding the Phalanx in the center, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, suddenly piercing through the orcs' blockade.

The Orc fleet might not be able to detect the intentions of the Imperial fleet, but they kept pursuing the Phalanx. Hundreds of Orc transport ships tried to board the Phalanx every moment.

The Phalanx was so large that even though Orc boarding attempts were not always successful, reports of Orc attacks were coming in from various defense nodes of the Phalanx.

According to the Thinker's estimation, at least hundreds of thousands of orcs invaded the Phalanx.

Under Dorn's command, the mortal garrison line on the Phalanx remained standing even in the face of the beast tide.

But the good times did not last long. Almost immediately after contact was made with the 12th Expeditionary Fleet, the deep space auspex deployed by the Imperial Fleet sent back a warning.

"My Lord, another Ork fleet has entered the current system!"

Perturabo abruptly stood up from his command chair, the tactical star map unfolding before him, revealing a breathtaking scene.

Two giant space hulks with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers were squeezing out of the subspace rift like rotten tumors, surrounded by densely packed Ork garbage ships, at least three thousand in number!

If it were only the previous Orc fleet, the Imperial Fleet would have been able to achieve a tragic victory thanks to the terrifying firepower of the Phalanx.

But at this moment, with the arrival of this new orc fleet.

Even with reinforcements from the 12th Expeditionary Fleet, the Imperial Fleet was still at a disadvantage.

Unless they get more reinforcements.

Perturabo gave a solemn order: "Maintain current course and transmit the Ork fleet's coordinates to the 12th Expeditionary Fleet. Request that allies detach a rapid strike formation to harass the Ork fleet! We must not allow these two greenskin fleets to rendezvous!"

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"Where are you?" Dawn muttered to himself.

Under his command, the defenders of the Phalanx were able to adjust the defense line in a timely manner and dispatch reserve firepower and troop deployment.

Dorn marked the orcs' attack axis on the holographic tactical sand table, and the red light spots representing the orcs were spreading in the cabin of the Phalanx.

The orcs' attack seemed chaotic, but the rhythm was very precise, and every heavy blow could hit the defenders' weakest line of defense.

This is not a tactic that an ordinary orc boss can command. The Warboss must be on the ship.

But before breaking through the defenders' defenses, Warboss probably won't show up.

Dorn: "Retrieve the landing point data for all landing capsules."

The holographic projection of the tactical sand table was quickly reorganized according to Dorn's instructions, and the huge hull of the Phalanx unfolded in the void.

Countless red spots of light covered the surface of the ship like festering wounds, indicating the impact location of the orc landing capsule.

Dorn used his fingers to magnify the projection of the northwest defense zone. The red dots there were so dense that they were almost connected into one piece. This should have been the main attack direction of the orcs and the place where the most intense battle broke out.

However, there were few reports of orc attacks in the adjacent third defense zone, and this silence was too strange.

Dorn was certain that the orc war leader was here. He was no brainless beast, but was waiting for the defenders to show signs of fatigue and then deliver a fatal blow!

Dorn saw through the orcs' plan, and he still had a legion of reserves at his disposal.

If all of them are deployed in the third defense zone, it will be enough to keep the orcs outside the defense line.

There was no soil or sun on the Phalanx, and even if the orc spores spread everywhere, they could not grow mushrooms on ceramite and adamantium.

The orc troops were suffering casualties every moment.

But Dorne was not prepared to fight a war of attrition with the orcs. The orcs' reinforcements were on the way, and every minute of delay would tilt the balance of victory towards the enemy.

He must fight quickly!

The orcs' offensive seems fierce, but this is all thanks to the rule and call of the Warboss.

Once the Warboss is beheaded, the orcs will fall apart.

Dawn's voice was as calm as his gaze, "Lane, I need you to carry out a dangerous mission."

Lann knelt on one knee and said, "My Lord, please give the order. I am willing to die for you!"

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"Marius, you will lead the assault force to support the Primarch. I will command the fleet to intercept the Ork reinforcements!"

Wausoto's deep voice contained a complex mix of emotions.

"The tragedy of the Osiris Rebellion must not be repeated. The other legions cannot always rescue us in time. We must welcome the Primarch back!"

"I will live up to your mission, my lord!" Marius Gage pounded his chest with his right fist, and the power armor made a clanging sound of metal collision.

The Sons of War were well aware of the importance of this mission. Even though the two Primarchs did not belong to the Thirteenth Legion, they had to do their utmost to protect them.

In the Imperium of Man, it is well known that the Primarchs are brothers whose blood is thicker than water.

Although they were born in different worlds, their growing environments were also different.

But they had the same Master, who treated each Primarch as his own.

The Primarchs also regarded their mentors as second fathers, and they were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect each other.

As their descendants, the Space Marines should do the same.

Those Legions that have had their Primarchs return have all been given unique Chapters, with warriors from every Legion joining.

The Third Legion and the Ninth Legion are inseparable, and the two legions are intertwined.

Since the Primarch of the XIII Legion had not yet returned, they were unable to send their battle-brothers to join those chapters and could only observe and record the styles of other legions in secret.

They have been waiting for so many years just for an opportunity, not to prove how great they are, but to prove that they are willing to pay any price for the return of the Primarch!

The opportunity is right in front of us now. When will we take action if not now?

When the Primarch's astronomical message was received, the Twelfth Expeditionary Fleet came out in full force. Thirteen thousand battle-hardened Space Marines were on alert day and night, which was one-third of the entire strength of the Thirteenth Legion!

Even though the one they were about to rescue was not their Primarch, every warrior was determined to die.

Vosoto's main fleet consisted of only two thousand Space Marines, while the support fleet commanded by Marius carried a staggering eleven thousand warriors, and the decks of every warship were packed with Space Marines ready for battle.

"For the Primarch!" the warriors swore in a low voice.

Everyone understands that as long as the two Primarchs can be rescued successfully, no matter how great the sacrifice, it will be worth it!

The precedent of the Third Legion is right before our eyes. The Emperor's Children had only 200 warriors left before the Primarch's return, but within a few years after his return, they had recovered to over 10,000 men. If the Ninth Legion is included, the two legions have at least 60,000 men.

Even if the 12th Expeditionary Fleet is completely wiped out, as long as the original body can be brought back, it will be the greatest victory!

The Mentor will remember their sacrifice, and so will the Primarch!

The sacrifices they made today were all to pave the way for the Primarch's return.

And the Primarch's value far exceeds that of tens of millions of Space Marines!

Ten thousand Space Marines sacrificed today will bring them a hundred thousand more when the Primarch returns tomorrow.

The Sons of War will achieve greater glory under the leadership of the Primarch!

The soldiers checked their bolters and chainswords one last time, while the countdown to boarding was broadcast from the deck.

2 hours.

1 hours.

5 minutes.

"For Mankind, for the Emperor, for the Primarch!"

"Son of War will win!"

"Countdown, 3, 2, 1, launch!"

Thousands of Storm Birds, boarding torpedoes, and assault boats roared out from the support fleet, their tail flames drawing brilliant trails in the void.

The support fleet also quickly completed its tactical formation and joined up with the Imperial Fleet that was covering the Phalanx.

The macrocannon array and light spear weapons were recalibrated under extreme tactical coordination, pouring a dense fire network on the orc fleet.

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"Concentrate fire on the orcs' right wing! Create a safe passage for the boarding troops!"

Perturabo issued various instructions in an orderly manner on the communication channel to coordinate the defense deployment of the Imperial Fleet.

The macro cannon and light spear burst out with dazzling light in the silent void.

The dense firepower network was like the scythe of the god of death, tearing a huge gap in the right wing of the orc fleet.

The flames of the explosion bloomed silently in the vacuum, and a large number of orc junk ships turned into space dust in this round of salvos.

At the same time, the assault formation of the 13th Legion also broke through the orcs' interception fire network in a perfect wedge formation.

The Phalanx's close-in defense guns were still firing at the Orc assault pods that were trying to board. All of the XIII Legion's ships were identified as friendly forces, and after entering the Phalanx's void shield, they only had to consider how to land.

Perturabo personally planned the route for the XIII Legion, directing the Stormbirds to land on the deck of the Phalanx.

The boarding torpedoes and assault boats were like precise javelins, hitting the gaps on the periphery of the Shanzhen that were created by the orc landing capsules.

Space Marines in power armor leaped out of the hatch, and the roar of grenade launchers instantly resounded throughout the Phalanx's corridor bridge.