The whole world is burning.

The war with the orcs has been going on for a whole year, and there is no doubt that they are at a disadvantage.

Although they annihilated hundreds of millions of aliens in the world of Corcyra, the number of enemies was endless. Their defenses were breached again and again, and the originally prosperous Forge World almost completely fell into the hands of the beasts.

"This is a humiliation to the 18th Legion!"

Castle Vaughn wrapped himself in the scarred Terminator armor, and he led his comrades to stand in the fortress leading to the starport. The battle on the world of Corcyra was undoubtedly defeated, but

At the very least, they can cover the retreat of civilians and mortal armies on the planet, preserving the vitality of the empire.

Among the eighteen Space Marine Legions, few other Legions value mortals as much as the Eighteenth Legion.

Although no one dares to question their bravery.

But in the eyes of some commanders in the Empire, such behavior is simply unreasonable and a completely meaningless sacrifice. Everyone's life is currency in the hands of the Emperor, and it is obvious that the lives of Astartes are more valuable than those of Astartes.

Mortal things are more precious.

They should sacrifice their lives on more valuable occasions.

It is a waste to die in battle to protect mortals.

But Vaughn doesn't agree with this view.

The empire exists based on the lives of these mortals. The meaning of the birth of the Astartes is to protect mortals from the dark aliens.

There is no honor in retreating in front of mortals.

Therefore, Vaughan led his 8,000 Space Marines to garrison the fortress leading to Cyberport, facing a wave of hundreds of millions of orcs, buying time for the mortals to retreat.

The war has begun.

The violent explosion spread from the mountains at the end of the field of vision to the burning Cyberport.

The barrages fired by the enemy were very messy, and their weapons were even more primitive, but the damage they caused was devastating. The orcs' attacks were unorganized, but their numbers were overwhelming, overwhelming like a green tide.

The attack.

Vaughan raised his head.

Raindrops of artillery fire fell from the rolling dark clouds, and the dense shells hit the ground like heavy hammers.

Most of these crudely made artillery shells could not even be successfully detonated, but there were enough of them. The continuous sound of artillery was deafening, and the ground was blasted with gaps, leaving traces of flames and ashes everywhere.

Bang!

Vaughn operated the Typhon super-heavy tank beside him to fire back.

This weapon, named after the ancestor of all demons in Ancient Terra, possesses the most destructive power among all land warfare weapons.

Each artillery shell is enough to destroy a small city. The white blazing light tears through the fog of war. The mountains in the distance are directly melted by the fierce artillery fire, and thousands of greenskins are included in the orange atomic flames.

Turn into ashes.

But this is not enough!

The noise caused by the firing revealed his position.

Groups of artillery shells fell from the sky. At first, the Typhon tank could rely on its own bulletproof armor to intercept. But those shells kept hitting the tank like hail, and the machine soul let out an overwhelmed wail. The gun barrel and the tank's

The main body cracked under the brutal blows of the orcs.

Boom!

The gunpowder inside the shell was ignited by the flames and exploded.

The moment the orange fireball exploded, Vaughn had already closed his eyes and jumped sideways towards the trench not far away. Wearing Terminator armor, he was far taller than an ordinary Space Marine, but even so, he

His body was still blown away dozens of meters away like a light leaf.

"Sir, it's a good thing your butt is not hanging on a tree."

The captain of the second company, Artrus Nomin, grabbed Vaughn's thighs and pulled him out of the soft ashes like a carrot. His dark face looked dark because of the large amounts of dust.

He turned a little bit whiter and showed a smile. The gap in his front teeth was very obvious.

Even in such a harsh environment, Nomine still maintains his humor.

"Where did the trees come from in this damn place!"

Vaughn's mouth was full of dust. He spit out a mouthful of bloody spit, and then stepped on him hard. It seemed that what he was stepping on was not his own spit, but an orc who was crying for his father and mother.

"Our situation is not optimistic, sir." Nomin shrugged his shoulders: "The thermal imager was damaged in the explosion just now. Our visual range is not high, but the number of enemies is obvious, and we will not be able to hold on for long."

They are coming——

That terrifying roar tore the glory of the 18th Legion into pieces.

WAAAGH!!!!

Vaughan frowned and breathed heavily.

The roar of the orcs came through the fog caused by gunpowder and ashes, making him uneasy.

But at this time, the more important it is to stay calm.

"Olex!" Vaughan used the communication channel to contact Cyberport, "How is the situation over there?"

Oleks is a technical sergeant of the Eighteenth Legion. He was sent by Vaughn not long ago to organize the evacuation of civilians. The technical sergeant's magnetic voice rang out amid a blur of electric current, "The last batch of civilians are boarding the battleship, even the company

Your Excellency!"

"Have any other civilians arrived at the starport?"

"No," Oleks replied, "These are the last batch of civilians."

Finally, the retreat was completed. The soldiers of the 18th Legion attracted all the attention of the orcs, and the innocent people were able to escape from this world.

"Everyone, listen!" Vaughn shouted excitedly, "Our mission has been completed, now we are ready to evacuate!"

"That's right, Oleks!"

While organizing the legion's evacuation, Vaughan did not forget to ask: "Have we received a response to our request for help? This group of orcs must be destroyed in the Andros galaxy. Once they spread to other worlds, the consequences will be disastrous."<

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The vitality of orcs is extremely tenacious, but their essence is some kind of fungal creature.

Even if an inconspicuous orc grunt appears in the empire world, they can drag the entire planet into the vortex of war in a very short period of time.

Chi——

Oleks's voice became a little blurry in the roaring background.

"We have received a reply. An entire legion, led by the original body, is coming from the other side of the starry sky."

"Which legion is it?"

Vaughn grinned, there is no better news than this.

He excitedly rubbed the second company commander Nomine's head with his big hand, causing the latter to grin with dissatisfaction.

"The Ultramarines are still Iron Hands, even the Space Wolves!"

Vaughn is anxious to get the answer.

"It's the Ninth Legion!" Oleks's voice disappeared in the fierce gunfire, and his voice stopped abruptly: "Damn it, the star port is being bombed by the greenskins. There are orcs everywhere here. We can't hold on for long.

Got it!"

We couldn't stop them——
Chapter completed!