Sicarius closely followed the Primarch's charge.
As one of the Empire's strongest swordsmen, his combat prowess was beyond doubt.
Throughout his long service, he had experienced countless bloody battles.
His presence was the eternal nightmare of the Empire's enemies.
But now, he too felt a tremor of fear at the scene before him.
Leaving aside the Ork Warboss, the other orks were equally terrifying.
Their heads were entirely made of metal, and so were their torsos.
They contained no organic tissue, but were pure, smoke-belching bodies of steel.
Hollow exhaust pipes, roaring giant chainswords, and large-caliber guns bristled on their surfaces.
Compared to their size, these orks were even taller than Space Marines who had undergone Primaris upgrades.
Each one reached a height of four to five meters.
Their terrifying size clearly indicated their monstrous strength.
How dangerous was the struggle between the two sides!
Even after receiving the Primaris upgrade, the warriors dared not say they could definitely defeat these terrifying green aliens.
Sicarius cleaved open the head of an ork with a single sword stroke.
The massive corpse fell to the ground with a thunderous crash.
Steel boots stepped into the alien's blood.
He raised the bolter in his hand and aimed at the orks attempting to breach the formation.
"Maintain the line, assist the Primarch," Sicarius ordered.
The towering Dreadnoughts moved with heavy, metallic strides.
They used their powerful firepower to clear a path for the decapitation squad.
The triple-barreled autocannons mounted on their arms fired continuously.
Their terrifying, savage firepower tore apart the surging orks.
The remnants of the warriors, having lost their bodies and residing in living sarcophagi, let out battle cries through the vox-casters built into the Dreadnoughts.
They were determined to crush the massive orks.
Phicris threw a left hook with his power fist, knocking down a steel ork.
Then he pounced on it and dismembered the opponent with his chainsword.
The alien's blood stained his power armor.
Unfortunately, facing the surging orks, their numbers were still a bit too few.
There were only a thousand primaris space marines.
Even if they were exceptionally brave and skilled in combat, facing the endless tide of orks, they still felt somewhat overwhelmed.
An ork with a metal jaw crafted from tusk-like black iron,
wielding a nail hammer thicker than a man, appeared on the battlefield.
It violently smashed down on a warrior holding a melta gun.
The helmet made of ceramite alloy was shattered instantly.
His head was also blown to pieces.
However, the warrior's melta gun had its trigger pulled in the final moment.
The massive melta beam instantly vaporized that ork, resulting in a mutual destruction.
This was a very difficult battle.
The strength of the orks was not to be underestimated.
Guilliman led from the front.
He wielded the Emperor's Sword and fought alone in the surging ork tide.
He attempted to directly engage the Arsonist.
Unfortunately, after several attempts, he was pushed back by the other orks.
Even though no ork could withstand a Primarch,the ork tide was too terrifying, and the Ork Warboss was no weakling either.
Even Guilliman found it difficult to achieve victory for a time.
Many loyalists fought forward with absolute brute force.
At this moment, there was no strategy or technique in their minds.
Only pure savagery and ferocity, like the sudden attack of a fierce beast, abandoning all reason.
There were only two options before them: kill all the aliens they could see, or collapse in their own blood.
Amidst the brutal slaughter, the loyalists' power armor quickly became unrecognizable in color.
Large amounts of ork blood and organs stained the armor's paint.
Just as the two sides were locked in a hateful struggle, determined to utterly destroy the other,the variable reappeared.
Within the raging ork tide, several intense flashes of light appeared.
After the strong light disappeared, an Emperor-class Titan, carrying a giant cathedral on its back and standing 150 meters tall, appeared on the battlefield.
In the head of the Emperor-class Titan, its eyes glowed red with the activation of the Machine God.
Its crimson gaze swept across the ground.
Instantly, it locked onto numerous enemies.
Appearing with the Titan were the Ultramarines led by Calgar, Knights, and Sisters of Silence.
The Emperor-class Titan attacked first, its plasma cannon, as large as a building, delivered a saturation bombardment on the outer orks.
Even the best-equipped orks could hardly withstand such terrifying plasma beam attacks, and were instantly burned into charred, foul-smelling corpses.
An unpleasant odor quickly permeated the battlefield.
Following closely behind were the charges of the Knights.
Imperial Knights are a very special existence.
They are also known as Imperial Executioners, and are generally of noble birth.
They pilot single-person vehicles, typically between five and fifteen meters in height, and can be equipped with a Titan-class weapon, a type of small Titan.
Knights typically come from Knightly Houses on Knight Worlds, inheriting their mission for generations, fighting to protect the Empire and the people of their worlds.
Their origins can be traced back to the Golden Age of Humanity.
During the first large-scale interstellar colonization, human ancestors colonized many planets in the galaxy.
However, not all worlds were friendly.
The indigenous creatures of many worlds were hostile towards humans.
At that time, the Iron Men rebellion had not yet occurred.
Humans were still using artificial intelligence.
But facing complex and ever-changing alien environments, artificial intelligence also felt somewhat overwhelmed.
To protect their creators, the artificial intelligence controlling the STC Standard Template Construct created humanoid vehicles.
The pilots of these vehicles were carefully selected.
They could be used for pioneering, or equipped with weapons for defense.
During the Iron Men rebellion, the Knights played an important role in the counter-insurgency campaign.
By the Age of Strife, humanity encountered an unprecedented warp storm.
This warp storm caused the interruption of human culture and technological exchange.
Many worlds fell, becoming playthings for Chaos daemons and alien races.
And the Knights continued to leverage their advantages, protecting humanity during the Age of Strife.
Because of this, they were elevated to positions of rulers.
In the Age of Conflict, Mars sent out many exploration vessels, hoping to search for the remnants of human knowledge across the galaxy.
By this time, the ancient alliance of many human worlds no longer existed.
These worlds saved by the Knights also became feudal worlds ruled by nobles.
The Knights had forgotten the knowledge of how to build these vehicles, but retained excellent combat skills and maintained the ancient vehicles.
The tech-priests from Mars quickly established a cooperative relationship with the Knights.
The Knights provided manpower and security, and in return, the tech-priests provided specialized technological knowledge to help the Knights rebuild their vehicles.
There are thousands of Knight Worlds in the galaxy.
These worlds have strict feudal systems and thus a large number of Knightly Houses.
These Knightly Houses rule the Knight Worlds.
They would legally circumvent Imperial scrutiny by swearing allegiance to the Adeptus Terra or the Adeptus Mechanicus.
The reforms implemented by Guilliman after his awakening also severely threatened the foundation of many Knightly Houses ruling the Knight Worlds.
The Primarch took power away from their hands.
This made them resentful.
Because of this, many Knightly Houses accused the Empire of betraying them.
Out of loyalty to the Empire, a group of Knights still agreed to the Primarch's reforms.
These Knights formed Knightly Orders supported by the Empire.
These Knights who dedicated themselves to the battlefield were all Knights willing to accept the reforms.
In return, Guilliman granted them more powerful Knight Titans.
He also promised that their children would be given priority for entry into Knight Academies.
Those who were unwilling to obey the reforms were gradually pushed out of the Imperial center.
They either became Freeblades, or they could only give up this path.
The charge of the Knights quickly tore apart the ork tide, melta cannons and autocannons fired together, wiping out swathes of orks.
The high-speed rotating chainswords, combined with the enormous kinetic energy generated by the Knight Titans' charge, shredded all orks in their path.
No ork could withstand the charge of a Knight Titan.
Any form of resistance was like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, a foolish act of self-destruction.
Calgar and many Ultramarines escorted the Sisters of Silence onto the battlefield.
Relying on their special abilities, they constructed Anti-WAAAGH! fields.
Large numbers of Weirdboyz had their heads explode under their suppression and guidance.
Swathes of orks were caught in these explosions, and many ork heads were blown open.
With the establishment of the Sisters of Silence's Anti-WAAAGH! fields, the ork offensive paused again.
At this moment, heavy tanks and the Skitarii also appeared in flashes of light, deployed into the battlefield in formation.
The Nemesis Dreadknights used the latest teleportation technology researched from the Pharos.
It was because of this that large numbers of Imperial troops could be teleported.
They did not need to rely on Stormravens and drop pods for deployment like other units.
Of course, there was a prerequisite.
The enemy's shields had to be broken, otherwise, interference could easily lead to fatal errors.
Teleporting troops into bedrock or high altitude would be disastrous.
With the arrival of Imperial reinforcements on the battlefield, the scales of victory began to tip towards humanity.
The ork tide was halted by the Empire, and Guilliman also gained the opportunity to face the Ork Warboss one-on-one.
The body of the Ork Warboss, the Arsonist, was much larger than Guilliman's.
The opponent was nearly fifteen meters tall, like a moving small hill.
Its combat power was terrifying to the extreme.
A Knight Titan charged into the ork battle line under the cover of its comrades, only to be sent flying by a single punch from the Arsonist.
The eight-meter-tall metallic Titan body exploded in mid-air, and hot debris splattered everywhere.
Several other veterans wanted to assist the Primarch in combat, but were stopped by Guilliman.
"You are no match for him, leave him to me."
Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand and walked towards the Ork Warboss, "I will deal with him."
The Primarch's words left the many loyalists with no choice.
Out of trust in Guilliman, they could only vent their anger on the other orks.
The confrontation between the Primarch and the Ork Warboss quickly began.
The strength of both sides was so terrifying.
Guilliman was bolstered by the might of the Imperium, empowered by human faith, and the power of the Emperor.
But the Ork Warboss was equally formidable; he had gained the WAAAGH! energy of the entire ork Empire and the blessings of the Gods of Gork and Mork.
The mere shockwaves from their clash were unbearable for ordinary individuals.
Arcs of lightning erupted where they fought, and the clang of metal echoed across the entire battlefield.
The Ork Warboss roared, the WAAAGH! energy making him even more terrifying, like a giant beast from a myth.
A savage strength beyond mortal comprehension was unleashed, making him ever more monstrous.
The rampaging Ork Warboss resonated with countless orks, making them even more frenzied.
They screamed "WAAAGH!" and launched even fiercer assaults on the Imperium.
Everything was cast aside from the orks' minds.
They were excited and thrilled only by war and slaughter.
The Ork Warboss's power became even more terrifying.
On Charadon, the power he could unleash far surpassed what he could in other parts of the galaxy.
This was the place where he grew up, and he received more blessings here.
As the battle intensified, the power within Guilliman was also slowly released.
His eyes burned with golden light.
His ultramarine armor also flowed with intense light.
Making him the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.
His body was elevated in the light, like a terrifying god walking among mortals.
His dreadful power was enough to contend and battle with the massive Ork Warboss.
Sicarius and others could only be forced to stay outside the battlefield.
Intervening in such a battle was tantamount to suicide.
In the fierce exchange, the Ork Warboss's power klaw pierced Guilliman's armor.
The armor, a fusion of the Mechanicus' greatest technology and eldar arcana, cracked with a sound like a shattering planet.
After piercing the armor's defense, the ork's sharp claw easily penetrated Guilliman's body.
Guilliman retaliated in kind, the The Emperor's Sword in his hand severing one of the opponent's thick arms.
Leaving the claw embedded in his own body.
The Ork Warboss, his arm severed, let out a horrific roar.
The immense pain of his soul being burned caused him to howl incessantly, and he instinctively stumbled back two steps.
The opportunity was fleeting.
Guilliman grabbed the claw embedded in his body with one hand, threw it away, and then surged forward.
He leaped high, the light emanating from the The Emperor's Sword in his hand becoming even more intense, the soul-burning flames sending shivers down one's spine.
Accompanied by a roar.
Guilliman thrust the sword into the Ork Warboss's eye.
The surging flames abruptly shot up, igniting the Ork Warboss's soul.
Golden flames erupted on the Ork Warboss's body.
The raging power surged along the golden greatsword, transforming into a glow of slaughter that flooded into the Ork Warboss's body.
Accompanied by the manifestation of destructive power, the indestructible steel body exploded into ash in the golden light.
After tearing apart the Ork Warboss's body, the terrifying light released a deadly torrent of chain lightning.
Chains of death leaped between the orks.
As if with consciousness, seeking out the powerful orks and seizing their souls one by one, turning them into fuel.
An immeasurable power surged from Guilliman.
Spreading throughout the vast space.
The surviving orks, upon contact with this power, were all transformed into golden torches.
Flesh and blood turned to dust, and souls returned to nothingness.
There was no possibility of resurrection.
In such a terrifying blow, the bodies and souls of creatures were completely destroyed.
Even the Chaos Gods could no longer find their souls.
This was pure death.
Many Imperial heroes witnessed the entire process.
Only a Primarch could wield such terrifying power.
Surpassing all psykers.
He already possessed incredible power unattainable by mortals.
Seeing this scene, everyone was filled with awe, no longer daring to question the Primarch in any way.
The war was over.
Under the terrible blow where the Primarch unleashed his full power, the Ork Warboss and many of his bodyguards were reduced to ash.
The previously frenzied ork tide paused for a moment, then collapsed.
The orks instantly lost courage, no longer daring to engage the loyalists of the Imperium.
Countless orks fled in all directions, terrified.
The Imperial forces counterattacked with renewed vigor, charging forward, and everywhere they went, the orks were utterly defeated.
Sicarius and Phicris rushed to their lord's side at the fastest speed.
After unleashing that fatal blow.
Guilliman had also returned to his original size.
The ork's fatal blow had left him seriously wounded.
But everything was worth it.
The Ork Warboss was dead.
The ork infestation in the Charadon Sector would be eradicated.
This place would become an important armory and recruitment ground for the Indomitus Crusade.
His will would sweep across the entire Imperium and the galaxy.
Like a snowball, growing larger and larger, until finally becoming unstoppable.
"Lord."
"Lord."
Sicarius and Phicris rushed to Guilliman's side, supporting their lord.
"Medic!" Sicarius shouted, seeing the wound on Guilliman's majestic body.
Soon, a specialized team rushed over, and they performed emergency treatment on Guilliman's wound.
With the terrifying regenerative ability of a Primarch.
This injury, which would be fatal to an ordinary warrior, was not much for Guilliman.
However, Guilliman would no longer participate in the subsequent battles.
At everyone's insistence, he was sent back to the Macragge's Glory to recuperate there.
The Imperial forces destroyed all of the orks' shield generators, exposing all the orks to the firepower of the Imperial fleet.
Afterward, the Imperial forces withdrew from Charadon.
Choosing to use orbital bombardment to clear out the massive numbers of orks.
Two weeks later.
Charadon was declared cleansed.
There was nothing left on it.
Even microorganisms and bacteria were extinct.
Humans would have to rebuild the ecosystem on it to survive.
This was not a difficult task for the Mechanicus.
In twenty years, this place would become a purely human world.
All traces of the orks would be completely erased.
By then, the new residents colonizing this planet would never imagine that this planet was once an ork homeworld.
The entire planet was covered in orks.
The orks would become a thing of the past.
Guilliman's injuries healed quickly.
Before the battle ended and the celebration was held.
He had already recovered.
Two years of fighting had kept the Imperial forces on edge.
It was time for a celebration to allow everyone to relax.
To allow them to seek a moment of peace in the eternal war.
Many Imperial heroes gathered to celebrate the victory together.
In a grand hall on the Macragge's Glory, servants served fine wine and food to the victorious warriors.
Excitement was on everyone's faces.
They passionately discussed the earth-shattering deeds they had accomplished during the ork campaign.
Some also discussed future plans, speculating on the Primarch's intentions.
Who would be the next infestation to be eradicated by the Indomitus Crusade.
The necrons or the approaching tyranids.
They craved more victories, to add more glory to their lists of achievements.
Scribes and poets also flooded into the hall, moving around, recording people's words and deeds with pens and data-slates.
Some fortunate individuals were even able to gain the favor of a Chapter Master.
And thus gain the honor of writing their personal histories and the history of their Chapter.
With Guilliman's encouragement, the primaris space marines were no longer so dismissive of those seemingly useless scribes.
Instead, they chose to be more open, recounting the various battle experiences they had undergone during their long careers.
Allowing them to record and sing their praises.
Guilliman smiled, sitting in the place of honor.
Occasionally, he would raise a toast to others, showing an approachable demeanor.
Many people did not understand why Guilliman valued the scribes.
Believing that wasting time on these people.
It would be better to give each of them a gun.
That way, they might even be able to reclaim a few planets.
In fact, the scribes were very important in Guilliman's overall plan, no less so than the primaris space marines.
The primaris space marines were the sword in the Imperium's hand, while the scribes represented the thought and culture of humanity.
The decay of the Imperium was not just the bureaucratic system, but also in terms of social thought and social trends.
Humanity should not be so hesitant, wallowing in power and wealth, unable to extricate themselves.
Today's humanity needs more brave, rational, and adventurous individuals.
The universe is vast, and humanity should not be confined only to the galaxy.
More importantly, outside the universe, there is still a multiverse.
Guilliman was very clear about this; a part of his memory was from another universe.
That universe knew the development and past of the Warhammer universe.
Therefore, Guilliman speculated whether a figure from the future of the Warhammer universe had transmigrated to the universe he was in.
Just as he was now writing down everything that had happened in that universe in the past.
And when people from that universe transmigrate, they would also be surprised to find that this universe had descriptions of their universe, thus causing them to wonder if they were in a world from a book.
This kind of thing involving the structure of space and time.
Guilliman didn't understand it very well.
However, one day, he would figure it out.
By then, he would find the way to another universe.
Suppressing the various chaotic thoughts in his mind.
Guilliman's gaze fell upon Phicris, who was sitting nearby, a hint of teasing in his smile.
"Phicris?"
Phicris, who was sitting in his seat, lost in thought, was startled when he heard the Primarch call his name.
"L-Lord..."
"What's wrong?" Guilliman asked with a smile.
"N-nothing."
"Really? I thought you were contemplating when to present me with a gift, Phicris!" Guilliman said with a smile.
Sicarius, Calgar, and many other Imperial heroes all turned their gaze to Phicris because of Guilliman's words.
A gift??
And Phicris, unusually, was completely red-faced. How was he supposed to explain that he had made a huge blunder?