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

The battle is still going on, which means they are not too late, but isn’t the scale too exaggerated?

The legion commander couldn't help but frown. "Isn't this just an ordinary agricultural world? How many reinforcements did Fleet 7741 call for?"

Captain: "We have received the identification signal from the 12th Expeditionary Fleet. Astropathic communication has been established, my lord."

"Zi——!"

A holographic projection flickered into shape amidst the harsh hum of electricity, and the Legion Commander recognized the Space Marine opposite him.

They had fought side by side during the Osiris Rebellion years before.

Unfortunately, the XIII and VII Legions performed poorly in suppressing the rebellion, each losing thousands of Space Marines.

If the 14th Legion had not arrived in time, they would probably have been nailed to the pillar of shame.

That battle was also the first battle of Primarch Mortarion after returning to the Empire. He demonstrated outstanding military talent in his first command and won a great victory.

The commander's tone was filled with surprise. "Wosoto, you've also come to support the 7741 Expeditionary Fleet. How's the battle going?"

Wosoto frowned, "Scott, it's already this hour, and you still have the time to chat?"

"Has the war situation become so critical?"

Maximian Scott's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even have the chance to ask about the battle situation. The situation must be very dangerous.

Wosoto sensed something strange in his words, "Scott, why are you here?"

Scott: "The 7741st Fleet reported a possible threat from the Greenskin Empire and called us for support."

Of course, he couldn't tell others that he was instructed by a master to find the original body.

Seeking the Primarch was against the Emperor's orders, but coming to the aid of friendly forces was not.

Vosoto fell into a long silence. "So... you are not here for the Primarch?"

Scott felt as if he had been hit hard, his pupils contracting violently, "Primarch, what Primarch?"

"Your gene father is being besieged by orcs. The coordinates have been synchronized to you!"

"I suggest you send all the legionnaires to support the Phalanx, and then lead your fleet to support me and stop the orc fleet!"

Wosoto was so angry that he laughed. Maybe this is what it means to be a fool with luck!

They were the ones who arrived first, so why didn't the Primarch they retrieved belong to the Thirteenth Legion?

Scott's voice cracked with shock. "Appius! Summon the legionaries and rush to the coordinates immediately!"

The Primarch had been attacked, and he no longer cared to distinguish right from wrong, truth from falsehood.

He believed that Wosoto would not dare to joke about such a thing. Even if it was fake, he would not dare to gamble with the safety of the Primarch!

It was not until he read the briefing sent by the 12th Expeditionary Fleet that Scott finally understood the entire incident.

There was a fatal delay in the astropathic message sent by the 7741st Expeditionary Fleet, as they first sent out a distress signal for the greenskin attack.

When they sent the astropathic message that the Primarch was present, the Third Expeditionary Fleet had already entered the Warp.

Even more unfortunately, although they could still receive astropathic signals during the subspace voyage, they completely missed the most crucial astropathic message!

Besides being shocked, Scott's heart was also filled with regret. Why did the Thirteenth Legion get there first?

Scott's fist slammed down, the armrest denting under the blow.

"The fleet advances at full speed, regardless of the cost! I want to see the silhouette of the Phalanx within the hour!"

……

“So accurate?”

Sigismund muttered to himself, falling into deep self-doubt. Could he really find the Primarch by just pointing at the coordinates?

Sigismund did not believe in luck, let alone chance.

So this must be the result of the two Primarchs' prophecies and numerology working together.

Prophecy was a gift that belonged to very few people, and Sigismund was well aware that he did not possess it, but numerology seemed to be a skill that could be learned.

If it is really as magical as what the Primarch Mortarion showed, it might be worth investing time to study.

"I'll learn as soon as I survive."

Sigismund sat in the cabin of the Stormbird, wiping his power sword with holy oil.

He was not the kind of person who liked to sharpen his sword before a battle, so his sword was maintained every day by his servants.

There was no practical significance in applying the holy oil at this time. He was just using it to cover up his inner tension, just like other battle brothers.

Despite his helmet, Sigismund was sure that everyone was as uneasy as he was.

They may be the first main expeditionary fleet to set out, but they arrived late.

If the Primarch had been more perceptive, he would surely not have blamed them for their delay.

But there is still a huge rock of self-blame in their hearts that cannot be shaken off.

……

Dorne had no time to care about his offspring's mentality, and even had no intention of paying attention to the changes in the war situation.

He just kept swinging his sword, attacking and defending.

"WAAAGH! That's awesome! Big blond guy, I'm going to put his head on my armor!"

Warboss pounded the scrap metal armor on his chest with his bloody iron fist, making a banging sound.

Although Dorn left dozens of hideous wounds on his body, his thick armor and tough skin and flesh completely neutralized these attacks.

The wound did not hit any vital part, and not only did it fail to weaken Gracchus, but it actually added fuel to the fire, making Gracchus even more determined to fight.

His body also grew bigger and greener during the battle. Although he has not yet defeated the Primarch, Gogo has given him even more powerful strength!

As long as he can defeat Dorn, this power will belong to him forever, and he will become the most powerful orc in the entire galaxy!

Gracchus's size was several times that of the Primarch. Every charge he made caused an earth-shaking tremor, and every blow he made was packed with terrifying force that could crush anything in its path. He could easily turn a tank into scrap metal!

Although Dorn dodged the orcs' violent attacks with his extraordinary fighting skills, the rhythm of the battle was gradually being controlled by the beast.

Don had already discarded his shield, which had been pierced by Gracchus's punch and had lost its defensive value.

He only has this sword in his hand.

And his father was watching him.

If his father took action, he might be able to resolve the battle easily, but he couldn't always rely on his father.

If he encounters a problem that he cannot solve, he can always ask his father for help.

But before that, he had to try first.

If he doesn't even have the courage to try, how can he become the Primarch?

"Go to the Primarch!" Gage's roar filled the corridor. The Space Marines had already killed all the orc bosses guarding Gracchus.

But just as the Space Marines rushed towards the Ork Warboss recklessly, a psychic light suddenly built an invisible barrier in front of them.

"Stand back. Your courage is commendable, but if you continue forward you will only be a burden to Dorne."

Gage slammed into the psychic barrier with a thud. He recognized the psychic who was stopping them, gritted his teeth unwillingly, and lowered his head. "My Lord, are we just going to stand by and watch?"

Primarch-level battles are not something Space Marines can intervene in.

Even the most elite Space Marines would be powerless against the Primarch.

Their rash intervention in Primarch-level battles would not only fail to reverse the situation, but would disrupt the Primarch's battle rhythm.

The sacrifice of these loyal warriors might buy time and create a moment of opportunity, but the price to pay is too high.

If the Primarch is in danger during the battle, seriously injured and on the verge of death, any sacrifice they make to save him is worth it.

But going forward now will only increase casualties.

"You should hold the line and help the mortals stop the orc reinforcements. You can sacrifice, but you must be more valuable."

The majestic voice made the Space Marines turn around suddenly, and the tall figure walking towards them made them lower their heads again involuntarily.

Wop: "Abo, Dorn won't let me do anything without asking. Go help him."

Perturabo: "That is why I have come, Father."

The naval battle surrounding the Phalanx is drawing to a close, and all that remains of the Ork main fleet are hulks of space and a few junk ships.

The Third Expeditionary Fleet and the Twelfth Expeditionary Fleet were working together to contain the orc reinforcements, so there was no need for his command.

The most urgent task now is to end the battle inside the Mountain Array.

"Dorn, I'm here to help you!"

Perturabo came from the flank, hammer in hand, and brought the heavy hammer down with immense force on the beast's knees.

Gracchus's huge body was knocked back half a step by the blow, and then he roared even more excitedly.

"WAAAGH! Two big guys!"

"I'm going to stick your heads on my helmet and I'm going to become a warlord!"

Perturabo stood shoulder to shoulder with Dorn, "Let us fight side by side!"

Dorn had no objection to Perturabo's joining.

Perturabo would not be able to resolve the battle as easily as Worp, and Dorn also felt a little overwhelmed in the battle.

This inability was not enough to force him to ask his father for help, but the intervention of a brother was just the right thing to do.

The two Primarchs attacked the beast from both sides, and Gracchus roared in response.

No orc will retreat from battle. Cowardly orcs are unworthy of the blessings of Gogo and Maogo.

Only by proving their worth in battle can they gain a greater WAAAGH!

"when!"

The sound of metal clashing exploded across the corridor bridge, and three forces beyond mortal comprehension clashed at lightning speed.

Gage tried to get a clear view of the battle, but the Primarch's movements were too fast even for the Space Marine's superhuman senses to discern.

Gage lowered his head in frustration, now fully aware of why Wop had stopped them before.

He had only previously served under the Primarch's command during the Osiris Heresy, but this was the first time he had witnessed the Primarch in action.

Space Marines possess unparalleled power in the eyes of mortals, but they are still not qualified to intervene in Primarch-level battles.

The gap between a Space Marine and a Primarch is even greater than the gap between a mortal and a Space Marine!

"Big guy! Try this move of mine!"

Dorn slid to avoid Gracchus's punch, and the orc's iron fist slammed into the ground, and spider-web-like cracks extended ten meters away from the deep pit.

At this split second, Dorn's sword accurately pierced the orc's popliteal fossa, which happened to be the gap between the scrap iron armor!

The sword blade tore through the greenskin's rough skin, penetrated the tough muscle tissue, and finally nailed into the orc's thick knee joint, piercing the entire knee from bottom to top!

"WAAAGH!"

Gracchus roared in pain and was forced to kneel on one knee, while he raised his fist and hit Dorn's head.

If this punch hits, even the Primarch would probably be seriously injured and die.

But the huge hammer head blocked the orc's iron fist, and the shock wave generated by the collision of the two huge forces blew away all the metal debris within three meters around.

"I'm your opponent!" Perturaborg blocked the orc's iron fist and smashed it on the orc's head.

The hammer can not only be used for forging, but also for defense and attack!

With him around, no one can hurt his brother!

Gracchus' head tilted to one side under the heavy blow. Dorn seized the fleeting opportunity and jumped up, piercing the orc's neck with the sword in his hand accurately!

"For the Primarch!"

The Imperial Fists warriors let out a deafening war cry and broke through the Ork defenses from the rear, regardless of casualties.

When they arrived, Gracchus was lying down.

The battle is over.

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