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To ensure their strength wouldn't diminish due to a lack of fights, they would praise the emperor's great achievements in their hearts during their leisure time.
"Waaaaagh! Brother Di! Brother Di! Brother Di!"
“Brother Di! We are your half-orc Skullgers, and we all wear the cheat codes you taught us—these things are incredibly effective!”
"gold!!!"
But at this very moment, as a warp rift unfolds near the Mandeville point in the galaxy, this peaceful orc life seems finally about to be disrupted by intruders.
"Waaaaagh!!!"
"Brother Di! Brother Di is ours!!!"
Chapter 271 "I am the War Commander!" "I am the War Commander!"
The Space Marine fleet completed its warp jump from Mandeville Point on the edge of the Ulanno system.
The outer galaxy of Ulanno is a chaotic storm of asteroids, lost satellites, nebulae, and rogue comets, which is engulfed in a terrifying storm by the orbits of three gas giants.
But within this hellish landscape, there are still relatively normal celestial bodies: eight more planets, three of which are deadly gaseous worlds, while three inner micro-planetary planets and one icy terrestrial planet show signs of low levels of habitability.
The fourth farthest planet from Red Star is the only celestial body primarily inhabited—Ulano Main Star, also known as Amigidodton, though the Beast seems to prefer the name Ulano.
This reminded him of the time when the Emperor had bestowed upon him the title of War General.
Of course, there are no humans left now.
In every sense of the word.
The moment the fleet tore through the warp rift and landed, the orcs swarmed forward with almost extreme joy, immediately encircling the suddenly intruding human ships with countless massive orc warships.
In their eyes, these humans who suddenly intruded were like the most timely rain in the world!
"Waaaaagh!!!"
"I'm the most handsome and best kid in the Emperor's brother's eyes!"
Shouting in Gothic language that humans could understand but not quite decipher, they launched a dense, mosquito-like bombardment of the Casgar fleet from all directions of space toward the orcs that were launching like missiles.
Even with the fleet still under the Void Shield, the Orcs could quickly teleport warriors from small raider-sized ships onto Imperial warships to enjoy their hard-won moments of fighting.
These beastmen didn't even wait for their leader's orders before they "became one of the people" with the new humans.
These orcs are so bored they're practically developing mental problems!
Even though fighting and bombing among orcs can be good for their physical and mental health, the orcs are on the verge of collapse because they can't find any new outlets for their frustrations except for other orcs and farts!
The large number of super bombs cannot be used; we must guard this place according to the Beast Boss's requirements.
This was quite agonizing for the orcs.
"Our entire fleet is under attack by a large number of orcs boarding, and all units on board are prepared to defend against them."
"The orcs' battle moon is slowly approaching our direction..."
"Understood. Notify the scheduled ships and their escorts to prepare to protect the detonating ship. The flagship is heading towards Ulanno Main Planet."
While the orc fleets are indeed numerous, the human fleets also possess the Black Templars, known as the Black Orcs (who have formed the Imperial Fist Legion under the Final Wall Agreement), and the Smurfs, who are even more terrifying and orcish-like than the orcs...
Countless lasers, missiles, torpedoes, and the defenses of the Void Shield and Waaaaagh Force Field, along with towering explosions, were staging a frenzied spectacle outside the large porthole in front of Casca.
At the same time, it was precisely because these orcs, who were so eager to fight humans to the death, lacked discipline that the Greenskin fleet began to disperse and encircle the human ships in order to board them—which also gave Kasgar and his men a good opportunity to completely defeat the enemy.
Under his command, the expeditionary fleet, which had been assembled to cross the subspace rift, dispersed as planned, heading in different directions to meet the expected impact of the battle moon.
The combat moon's gravity whip will attract nearby ships, giving them an opportunity to get closer.
The simplest way to dismantle the central gravity well of a planet-sized combat moon as quickly as possible is... self-destruction.
To achieve this, a sufficiently large ship must charge towards the enemy's core and detonate itself, using its ram to penetrate the core at top speed, thereby shattering and destroying the battle moon.
Of course, they could also destroy the gravity well by boarding it... but Casca, deep in the heart of the Orc Empire, surrounded by Orc fleets that were constantly heading their way, did not have the time or resources to do so.
In terms of firepower in the Void War, they are at a disadvantage and must end this battle as soon as possible.
The elite decapitation strike force, being scarce, could only be deployed to the main planet of Ulanor to carry out the encirclement and annihilation of the orc leader "Beast".
If that's the case, then there are over a hundred battle moons on the outer perimeter, and the orc fleets are still continuously heading towards this place...
They all need to be handled by the navy.
[We are approaching the battle moon located in sector Σ-13 and are sprinting towards its core at full speed!]
[For the Emperor! For the Empire! For the War General and the Sun Lord!!!]
As a massive explosion rang out before Casca's eyes, the communication channel fell silent once more, except for the final blast.
This scenario will play out repeatedly in their communication channels—captains who have served for countless years are now sacrificing themselves and their most beloved ships to clear obstacles for their path to Ulanno's main planet amidst a sky full of flames, all in order to clear the way for their advance.
A brutal but effective tactic, but at this moment, Kasgar had no better way to deal with such a massive orc fleet and the Battle Moon.
With the flagship "Imperial Pride" under the cover of an equally dense number of escort ships, the human fleet slowly advanced amidst the constant flashes of fire and flames.
Beyond being a escort ship, the Imperial Pride now also possesses the cover of the secret killer weapon from the human empire—the Mountain Array.
The giant star fortress rising from the sky, the Mountain Array, was still releasing countless colors from its various laser cannons and torpedo barrels.
Under the dazzling light (not from spinning tops), the massive orc warships that were originally so densely packed that it seemed unbelievable were actually cleared out into a clean, uninhabited area by this invincible and terrifying star fortress.
Even the most warlike orcs would not seek their own death.
"Prepare for psionic teleportation. First batch of surface landing armed forces. Conduct final pre-deployment checks."
As they approached the main planet of Ulanor, the Beast Palace, now transformed into an abandoned steel landfill, appeared before Casca and in Mortalian's oracle readings.
He looked at Forgrim beside him, who was already eager to fight and held the Fiery Emperor's Sword; and Mortalian, who was thirty paces away and held his power scythe high.
In this first official large-scale battle since their return to the empire, the two of them will join such a bloody and massive battlefield for the first time in ten thousand years.
"Warp".
As Casca finished speaking, in the next instant, amidst a flash of light, the many soldiers gathered on the deck of the Emperor's Pride felt a dizzying sensation.
In an instant, everyone's gaze shifted from the tidy ship deck to the smoke-filled, pungent-smelling surface continent of Ulanno.
All around was a vast expanse of nothingness; apart from piles of garbage and orcish fungi, there was nothing else on the entire land.
The only difference in this gray-yellow world was the presence of more orc runes scribbled haphazardly on the walls made of plastic steel, and piles of filth scattered on the deck.
In the walkways between the garbage mountains, chains and cables made of bones and scrap metal hang as crude decorations for the beastmen.
"This is the longest we can teleport! Everyone, follow me!"
Casca shouted.
It wasn't that he didn't want to teleport directly into the beast's palace and have a good fight between them.
But just as Kasgar was about to gather psychic power to build the anchor point, he sensed another force hindering his plans.
It was an extremely primitive and brutal strange force field.
The moment they made contact, Kasgar's mind conjured up a new image of a grinning, golden figure clad in golden orc warboss armor, seated on a throne made of scrap plastic steel, bones, orc teeth, and cables.
Casca: ".......?"
He could almost hear the man's roar echoing in his mind, each roar accompanied by heavy breathing.
"The great Emperor has granted us power! The great Emperor will devour us!! We are the great Emperor's half-beast Skull!!!"
The roars and groans accompanied the howls, creating a unique rhythm, as if a million orcs were roaring in his mind at the same time.
That was a primal will of the orcs.
Kasgar could sense that the other party was trying to assimilate him, but his psychic power and the intensity of his flames prevented this tragedy from happening.
If Casca didn't possess superhuman psychic power, any ordinary mortal wizard or psychic would be driven mad the moment they came into contact with it.
Their souls will be corrupted by this Waaaaagh, turning them into human-skinned orcs who can only mutter "Emperor!" and bar their fangs and claws like orcs, wanting to wage war.
Although Kasgar did not transform into that form, he now seems unable to project his power into the other's palace.
The orcs' Waaaaagh! Force fields formed a unique defensive structure within the beast's palace, blocking the direct transmission of power from Kasgar.
It can also be used to change orbital strikes like a Void Shield—otherwise, the Cyclone Torpedoes from the Imperial Pride would have arrived in this world much earlier than their boarding forces.
As a second choice, Kasgar chose to set up the anchor point in the closest location that the force field could influence, which was the entrance to the orc palace.
The tallest metal palace on Ulanno stood before them.
It even seemed to have been specially painted with a layer of gold—whether it was paint or some other coating, it was hard to tell—making the entire structure, composed of scrap metal, wrecked spaceships, and ruined hive cities, look exceptionally...
golden.
Although the materials still looked terribly cheap and rough—truly disgusting like the worst kind of product—it was still the palace of the orc chieftain, Beast.
"Don't tell me that it's those orcs trying to imitate Terra Palace."
Motalian, standing beside Kasgar, sighed. Although he had never thought of it that way, numerology sometimes told him things he didn’t really want to know.
This is even the place where Fugrim once became a Warmaster of the Empire.
Now it's been taken over by another guy who also wants to become a Warmaster... Oh, sorry, I'm not talking about you, Horus, nor are I talking about you, Ryan.
"Come on, Mortalian, the very idea of comparing the two is a huge disrespect to the builders of Terra Palace."
"Let's move forward."
There weren't many orc guards at the wasteland in front of the palace; only a few orc slave overseers were driving humans to move and scavenge in this junkyard.
The small group of orcs was quickly wiped out by the gunfire from Kasgar and his men as they moved.
The orcs showed almost no mercy to their captives, providing only the bare minimum of food, water, and heat.
The air was icy cold, and the ragged slaves were on the verge of exhaustion, on the verge of death from exposure to the harsh conditions.
As for the dead who did not survive, their bodies were left where they fell, and some were cleared into abandoned ammunition depots and food storage piles.
Pests and insects are everywhere, and fungi that breed from orc spores form a disgusting layer of mold on the ground and on the plastic steel deck.
Praise be to you! Praise be to the coming of the Savior!
A weak voice called out feebly.
“They drove us away, saviors, with the most vicious methods,” a haggard soul emerged from the junkyard, blinking as he spoke to the tall, strong warriors before him.
The orc slave overseers never gave them a single kind word.
They would shout "For Emperor!" and then use this as an order to make the slaves use all their strength to build a strong and golden orc statue of "Emperor".
Those who work slowly will be whipped.
If slaves dared to slack off or fail to comply with the other party's demands, they would be roared at by the beastmen as "heretics" and subjected to even harsher punishments as a warning to others.
They would be overseen by orc overseers, who called themselves not ordinary overseers, but the Emperor's "judgment overseers."
Casgar: "......."
Instead of learning good things, learn this.
Ugh.
“More ships are on their way,” Kaska assured them. “The Imperial Navy will take you away from here.”
He doesn't have time to waste here right now.
Every second wasted on this main star means more unimaginable casualties in the void sea battle above him.
Casca, along with the many elite troops that followed him who landed on Ulano, understood this principle.
The troops that landed later would bring these poor people some food and water to sustain their lives; they might survive, or they might not.
In any case, Casca has no time for idle chatter now.
......
The orcs weren't stupid, especially after they realized there was a fight going on.
As Kasgar led the first vanguard, charging towards the orc palace amidst the ever-encircling green tide of orcs, more and more orcs were arriving on the battlefield from all corners of the planet.
Not only are there troops running on the ground, but also motorcycles that somehow defy gravity and jumping boys falling from the sky.
"Waaaaagh!!!"
In order to have a long-awaited battle, the orcs went to great lengths.
They had no vested interests, nor any other considerations.