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

The XIII Legion's communication channel instantly synchronized with the Phalanx's. The Primarch's steady voice echoed through the Space Marine's helmet:

"Captain Gage, I am Rogal Dorn."

"My Lord," Marius Gage said in a serious tone, showing no sign of disrespect even though the Primarch did not belong to his own Legion. "The Thirteenth Legion stands ready. Please give the order."

"Please proceed to the designated coordinates of the third defense zone as soon as possible. I have set up a pocket, but it will be difficult for mortals to hold the defense line for long."

"The front line is expected to be breached in an hour, and the main force of the orcs will then enter your defense zone."

"Your mission is to hold the defense line for at least twelve standard Terra hours to buy time for reinforcements to arrive."

Dorn's voice was clearly audible on the encrypted channel, and the corresponding data was also transmitted to Gage's power armor.

Gage immediately grasped the Primarch's strategic intentions and slammed his right fist down on his breastplate. "I will live up to your trust, my Lord! The Son of War will defend this line with his life!"

Dorn was silent for a moment, then added in a gentle tone, "I believe my brothers would be proud to have such outstanding offspring like you!"

This sentence was like a dose of stimulant, running through Gage's brain and body, and he felt the blood in his body boiling!

The Primarch recognized them!

Although not descended from their own genetic father, the Primarchs are all brothers. What is the difference between the recognition of other Primarchs and their own Primarch?

Gage was shaking with excitement, as if he had seen the future:

When the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion returns, their great Gene-Father will learn from Dorn about the heroic sacrifice of his offspring, and their Gene-Father will be proud of the loyalty and glory of the Sons of War!

This time, even if I die, it's worth it!

……

"Hold the ground! For Invert, for Dorne!"

Fafnir Lane's voice echoed through the smoke-filled corridor. Laser guns and sentry guns intertwined into a web of death outside the defense line, and the sound of gunfire and orc war cries rose and fell.

The defense line formed by 50,000 Invert Phalanx soldiers was as solid as a rock, and they refused to give an inch even in the face of the surging green tide.

They guard the entrance to the core area, the last barrier between the orcs and the tactical center.

The Invites had no time to explore the Phalanx's maze-like corridors, nor did they have enough troops to build an impenetrable defense.

The interior structure of this magnificent space fortress is dizzyingly complex, like a three-dimensional maze made of adamantium and ceramite, its scale far beyond the imagination of mortals.

Forcibly dividing the troops would only make the already fragile defense line full of holes, so Dorne had to make a difficult decision. The outer areas were voluntarily abandoned after strategic considerations, and the limited troops were concentrated in the strategic points of the core area.

The deployment of each line of defense has been carefully calculated to ensure maximum defensive effectiveness with the least amount of manpower.

The death fire network composed of lasers and sentry guns continued to reap the lives of the orcs, and the armored troops were also scattered across various defense nodes, making the defense line more stable.

However, as the gaps in the front continued to widen, those weak points in the defense began to be exposed.

"Waaagh!"

The heavily armored orc boss pushed forward with a tank-like defense against the scorching artillery fire. He roared, broke through the shield wall, and rushed into the mortal defense line.

"Die! Alien!"

The mortal officer drew his pistol and shot at the orc boss's head. The laser beam penetrated the broken scrap metal armor but failed to cause fatal damage.

"No one is bigger than me! I am the greenest orc boss!" The orc boss laughed and rushed towards Fafnir.

Just as the orc boss raised his sword and was about to launch a bloody massacre on the mortals.

"boom--!"

A series of explosive bombs suddenly shot out from the shadows, and the hot warheads exploded a series of dazzling sparks on the orc boss's heavy armor. Although they failed to kill the beast, the huge impact force still caused the green-skinned giant to stagger and lose balance.

Before the officer could catch sight of his friendly forces, he heard the chainsaw sword piercing into the orc boss's chest with a roar.

The boiling blood splashed on the finely crafted power armor like a rainstorm, and the chainsaw teeth spun wildly in the orc's chest, turning the internal organs into a ball of minced meat.

The orc leader roared in pain, and dirty blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out from between his fangs.

But his counterattack came to an abrupt end as the blood-stained chainsword stabbed upwards, splitting his head apart along with the spine.

The Space Marines blocked the gaps in the defense line in tactical teams, and the roar of the grenade launchers instantly drowned out the orcs' war cries.

As soon as these Space Marines joined the battle, they cleared the entire defense zone of Orks with astonishing efficiency.

Every bomb can accurately kill an orc, every punch can smash an orc's skull, and the chainsword can easily cut those orcs in half.

The Invert Phalanx soldiers burst into thunderous cheers, and the originally shaky defense line became indestructible again. The mortals followed the pace of the Space Marines and used laser guns to concentrate fire to fill the fire gaps of the Astartes squad.

In just ten minutes, the mortals, with the support of the Space Marines, recaptured their position and even pushed back to the second line of defense.

Such scenes are happening all over the Phalanx at this moment.

There are vast differences between mortals and Space Marines, and this goes beyond just physicality and equipment.

The tactical impact that ten thousand Space Marines can play is even greater than that of hundreds of millions of mortals.

But without mortals, the Empire would not be able to maintain its vast territory across the galaxy with just its small number of Space Marines.

The game between Space Marines and mortals is never a zero-sum game. They should be comrades who complement each other, but have different divisions of labor.

Chapter 220 Go to the Primarch (5K)

The Thunder of Setaan, a Goliath-class battleship, has the emblem of the 13th Legion engraved on its armor.

As the flagship of the 12th Expeditionary Fleet, it bore witness to all the honors Wosotho received in command of the Sons of War during the Great Crusade.

From the Unification Wars to the Great Crusade, Grenn Wosoto led the War Sons as Legion Master for hundreds of years.

His finely crafted power armour is richly decorated with the accolades of his time in battle.

His honors are enough to make all other Space Marines envy him, and only other legion masters can compare with him.

As the Great Crusade progressed, the commanders of other legions gradually died out.

Because they had their Primarch, they no longer needed the leadership of a Legion Master.

This will undoubtedly deprive the legion commander of his honor, but the blessing of the Primarch's return to the legion far outweighs personal gains and losses!

Wausauto has a dream.

He didn't care about the position of Legion Commander, he just wanted to witness the return of the Primarch before he died.

"For the Emperor! For the Primarch!"

Wosoto's majestic voice came from the fleet radio, penetrating every cabin and reaching the ears of every soldier.

"Sons of War, now is the time to prove our loyalty!"

No cheers, no battle cries.

The two thousand Space Marines remaining in the fleet responded with the most solemn silence, only the faint hum of the servos of their power armor emitted.

On the tactical holographic instrument on the bridge, the scarlet light representing the Orc fleet floated in the universe like a festering wound.

Gogo and Maogo have revealed the Primarch's location to them, and all Warbosses are eager to behead the Primarch!

Wosoto was not a reckless person. He knew that rashly attacking the orc fleet that was dozens of times larger than his own would be tantamount to self-destruction.

The Primarch's orders were only to use harassment tactics to delay time, rather than direct confrontation.

The deployment of two thousand Space Marines was not for active attack, but to guard against Ork boarding attacks.

They just need to delay time, and the Primarch will deal with the enemy!

……

The Empire and the Orcs engaged in a brutal battle over the Phalanx, but war in the vacuum of space is always silent.

Macrocannon arrays spewed out deadly shells, and light spear weapons burst out dazzling energy. These destructive artillery fires intertwined in the dark universe.

The flames of the explosion bloomed silently, like fleeting fireworks, but every flash was accompanied by.

People would hear no gunfire, no shouting or wailing, only the casualty figures and battle damage reports counted by the Thinker on the tactical screen.

The fall of every warship means the loss of hundreds of thousands of lives.

The officers and soldiers of the entire battleship, their names, their dreams, their future, all returned to nothingness in the cold cosmic dust.

But their sacrifice will be meaningful.

"boom--!"

Flames spewed from the tank's muzzle, and armor-piercing bullets whistled in the air, accurately hitting the heavily armored orc boss.

The breastplate made of scrap iron flew like pieces of paper in the explosion, blowing the orc boss to pieces.

The number of orks was endless, and the Space Marines' ammunition was almost exhausted.

Because the Invites had no bolter weapons, they had difficulty getting supplies on the Phalanx.

But they still wielded their chainswords, tearing the orcs' bodies apart with their high-speed rotating monomolecular saw teeth.

"boom--!"

The tanks fired round after round, and each shell was able to blow a large number of orcs into pieces.

But just as another round of artillery shells was about to hit the orc tide, it suddenly hovered in the air strangely.

It was as if it had hit some invisible sticky glue, and the second round of shells that followed also became stagnant.

And among the orc army, a huge mechanical device was slowly pushed out.

The device was emitting a green light, forming some kind of strange force field that protected the orcs and blocked all long-range attacks.

"Waaagh!"

The orc boys let out excited war cries and, using the cover of the force field, madly attacked the mortal defenses.

But the Space Marines always stood before the mortals, like an insurmountable mountain, using their chainsaws to kill any Ork who dared to approach the defense line.

"WAAAGH!"

Amidst a roar loud enough to shatter eardrums, a massive orc, at least six meters tall, strode towards the defense line, with dozens of orc bosses surrounding it like stars surrounding the moon!

"We must get rid of him!"

Gage gripped his chainsaw sword tightly, about to lead his squad into a decapitation operation, when the Primarch's calm voice came over the communication channel first:

"Maintain the defense, leave him to me."

"Gracchus, I am Rogal Dorn!"

The voice reached Gage's ears, but this time it was not on the communication channel, it seemed to be very close.

Gage turned around suddenly and saw a giant with a stout body standing at the entrance of the passage.

Even without power armor, he was still half a body taller than the tallest Space Marine!

Gage's breathing suddenly became short and heavy.

This is the Primarch!

Although he was not the genetic father of the Thirteenth Legion, the innate majesty and power still made him feel awe!

"WAAAGH! Big golden guy!"

Gracchus roared and charged forward, each step causing a violent tremor like an earthquake.

Dorn took the initiative to meet it.

He has always been there.

All this was in his plan.

All of his tactical deployments are aimed at finding the location of the Warboss and then beheading it.

Warboss had been hiding before, but because the orcs' attacks were not going well, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Son of War, protect the Primarch!" Gage's roar made the Son of War rush towards the orcs recklessly.

"Waaagh!"

The orc boss also roared and confronted these tin cans, preventing them from hindering the great duel.

Brother Gao and Brother Mao are watching them!

Even if we can't kill the big golden guy, we can still make them bigger and greener by killing these tin cans!

……

When the Third Expeditionary Fleet jumped out of the warp, they were shocked by the naval battle breaking out in the void.