The orks' WAAAGH has two meanings: one is the WAAAGH field, and the other is an interstellar Great Crusade.
Due to the orks' warlike nature, they often engage in internal conflict or launch pirate raids against nearby enemies, but such conflicts are usually small-scale or localized skirmishes that never truly escalate.
However, once the number of orks reaches a critical mass, the strongest, greenest, and largest Ork Warboss will emerge.
With an Ork Warboss, the orks will rapidly transform, gaining greater intelligence, technology, and combat capabilities, building warships, sweeping across the stars, and leaving the star systems they pass through completely ruined.
The so-called WAAAGH can also be understood as the Great Crusade launched by the orks for their gods, Gork and Mork.
"I believe that under your leadership, we will surely be able to stop those abominable xenos. You are invincible," Sicarius said.
He was full of confidence in Guilliman.
New technology, new changes.
Since the Primarchs' return, humanity's strength has been increasing daily.
"I am not a god. Do not deify me," Guilliman tried to curb Sicarius' dangerous idea.
If this continued, Guilliman felt that the events of the Great Crusade era would surely repeat, and he would become the second being to be deified after the Emperor.
Sicarius smiled and did not refute his Primarch.
But from his expression, Guilliman knew that his words had not been taken in at all by the other party.
"The Great Rift has weakened the Imperium of Man, but it has made these xenos even more terrifying," Guilliman reached out and tapped the projection screen.
The data displayed on it became more alarming the more he looked at it.
If the orks launched a crusade, it was highly likely that an ork Emperor would appear again.
That was the most terrifying thing.
Ork Warbosses already possessed Primarch-level power, so how terrifying would an ork Emperor be??
"My lord, isn't this precisely why you are here? We will deal with them," Sicarius said.
"Do not be overly confident. The situation in this sector is a bit worse than we imagined.
We must act quickly.
Get all the fleets ready.
We need to go and deal with the orks."
"Sicarius, go and distribute the orders to the fleets.
Proceed according to the original strategic plan: crush the ork offensive and directly target the Ork Warboss."
Guilliman looked at Sicarius.
After the latter bowed again, he turned and walked out.
Before setting out, Guilliman had already made tactical and strategic arrangements for the Xaradon Sector.
Each fleet and Chapter had its own objective to conquer.
As for the Macragge's Glory, where he was located, it was responsible for maneuvering.
Like a precise scalpel, it would cut accurately into the orks' vital points, ensuring a fatal blow.
On this galactic battlefield, a trans-system level war relies even more on tactical and strategic planning.
Among the many Primarchs, the Lion and the Arch-traitor Horus were undoubtedly the most formidable.
"What a pity.
If I were an original Primarch, I would definitely have to rouse the Lion."
"I handle the logistics and operations, he handles the assault.
A union of two powerhouses, invincible under the heavens, kicking Chaos, punching xenos, dominating the stars, it would be just around the corner.
The only unfortunate thing is that I am not purely original."
Guilliman muttered to himself, then saw the communication device nearby flashing.
Guidos had sent a message.
He was in charge of guarding Archmagos Cawl's avatar, and it seemed there was new information.
Guilliman stood up and walked out of the reception and office room.
"My lord."
Seeing Guilliman walk out, Phicris saluted him.
"Let's go to Guidos' place," Guilliman strode towards the secret elevator, and Ficris and the others followed closely behind.
Guilliman entered the room alone and took the secret elevator.
Watching his lord disappear behind the door, Ficris turned his head to look at both sides of the corridor, not speculating on what was below the elevator.
The other Ultramarines were also like this.
They kept their hearts steadfast and did not become curious about such things.
In this malevolent universe, the truth is not necessarily a good thing.
The Chaos Gods prefer to use the truth to tempt those who are arrogant.
As Guilliman took the elevator down, he felt the terrible psyker pressure as usual.
Guidos had been waiting for a long time.
"My lord," Guidos' voice was weak.
Staying in this place for a long time was not a good thing.
Guidos would lose his life to maintain communication between him and Cawl.
Another life about to be consumed for humanity.
Guilliman was a little reluctant to guess how much longer the other party could hold on.
"Take me over there.
Thank you for your sacrifice, Guidos," Guilliman said sincerely.
The survival of the Imperium was built upon the sacrifices of these people.
"Don't say that.
Serving the Imperium and serving the Primarch is simply doing my duty."
The two passed through multiple security systems and walked towards the hidden room where Cawl's avatar was located.
As usual, after activating it with a secret command, Guidos left.
After receiving the activation command, the machine began to rumble.
The severed heads in their containers appeared extremely pained.
Dense circuits began to activate, and indicator lights flickered.
A terrifying psyker pressure appeared and then disappeared, and the machines beneath the floor also became noisy.
"My lord," the Cawl avatar said, "It is truly a pleasure to see you."
"I highly doubt if you are truly the design of Cawl's avatar consciousness.
You give me a bad feeling, avatar Cawl .
You look more like an Abominable Intelligence."
"I was stripped away by Cawl, merely one of his multiple personalities.
As you know, Archmagos Dominus Belisarius Cawl is a Magos who adheres to the precepts of the Omnissiah.
He would never do anything against the rules."
"Your words are like someone telling me the Chaos Gods are benevolent," Guilliman said.
"Have you lost your sense of humour, my lord?
After ten thousand years of slumber, you have become increasingly dull."
"Tell me the news.
What message did Cawl send?" Guilliman asked, getting down to business.
He couldn't waste time here with this degraded Cawl.
"The research team has sent back detailed data.
The repair work on the xenos beacon has been put on the schedule and it will be functional soon."
"The Archmagos expressed his confusion to you.
There is absolutely no need for us to repair the xenos beacon; we could simply build a new one."
Guilliman chuckled, "That wouldn't have the desired effect.
My brothers are waiting.
They are eager to make me pay a price."
"A beacon that can solve the navigation problems in the Imperium's dark side will surely make them think I value it immensely.
I need to give them an opportunity to severely wound me."
"They may not fall for it," the Cawl avatar said.
"You said 'may not', which means there's a chance."
"Arrogance is their original sin.
They rely on the Warp and thus believe they have grasped truth and supreme power," Guilliman said in a deep voice.
"This is just a very casual move. If they take the bait, that for the best.
If not, there's no significant loss."