In the face of such power, even an Astartes Chapter would have to spend a lot of time to suppress and destroy it, let alone a group of mortal armies with backward equipment.

This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! If it were not for the many heavy fortress cannons equipped high up in the hive city, and nuclear warheads would be thrown wildly in the event of an emergency, otherwise it would have been impossible to hold on long ago.

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It has to be said that the threshold for mastering nuclear fusion in the human empire is really too low. Almost every colonized planet is using controllable nuclear fusion to generate electricity.

Since controllable nuclear fusion is so popular, it is naturally not difficult to build an uncontrollable nuclear fusion bomb.

Even the famous extermination order was largely achieved by dropping a massive number of nuclear warheads on the target planet.

After all, compared to the erosion from subspace, a little nuclear radiation is nothing.

What's more, thermonuclear weapons are typically both efficient and clean, and basically don't leave much radiation, unless they are deliberately designed to be dirty bombs when they are manufactured.

Since entering the 40th millennium, humans have used weapons more unscrupulously than ever before, like a madman who has completely fallen into madness.

Even when quelling rebellions and slave uprisings, they would plant mushrooms without hesitation. If necessary, they would blow up the entire nest to evaporate billions or tens of billions of people in an instant.

It is precisely by relying on a large number of well-controlled nuclear weapons that mankind can always ensure its dominance in the galaxy where all kinds of monsters and monsters are rampant.

But the only regret is that although nuclear weapons are good, their lethality will be greatly reduced when facing enemies with strong field shields.

I saw the nuclear weapons fired from a "Death Strike Missile Launching Platform" draw a beautiful parabola directly in the sky, then hit directly on the heads of a group of orcs, and exploded into a sky-high fireball and mushroom cloud.

But as a result, except for the orcs within five kilometers of the center of the explosion that were cleared away, the rest were only burned by heat waves and radiation, with some burnt black marks appearing.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the "waaaaagh" force field formed when the orcs get excited.

Like the power of my thinking, it is something that cannot be explained by science. It can not only greatly weaken various weapons and cause damage, but also distort the physical rules of the universe.

"Damn it! How many more nuclear bombs do we have in stock?"

The planetary governor, who looked a little fat, showed an expression full of fear and panic.

Because he has been fighting these orcs who came out of nowhere for almost two years.

Due to the lack of any support, the weapons, ammunition and human resources on our side are getting smaller and smaller. On the contrary, the number of orcs that have taken root and continue to multiply and expand is increasing.

If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before the entire planet falls.

Maybe it will be a few years, maybe it will be more than ten years, but it will be inevitable in the end.

"Your Majesty the Governor, we still have less than 8,000 nuclear warheads. Moreover, the energy source is depleting due to the loss of the mining site. If no one can help us, we will be dead."

A close friend gave the answer in an almost desperate tone.

You must know that due to the severe lack of food in the city, the bodies of dead humans and orcs have begun to be thrown into machines and crushed into nutrients such as protein powder as rations for the big soldiers.

Of course, this is nothing new in the human empire.

Especially when it comes to wartime supplies for mortal soldiers, you have no idea which planet they were collected from or what their raw materials are.

Anyway, as long as it doesn't kill anyone and provides enough energy, it'll be fine.

Space warriors like the Astartes usually eat special foods such as nutritious porridge and paste.

"What do the Astropaths say? Are you still unable to contact Terra or the sector capital?"

The planetary governor gritted his teeth and asked as he stared at the battlefield filled with artillery fire outside.

The confidant smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The subspace rift that suddenly appeared in the Milky Way blocked everything. Whether it was communication or faster-than-light navigation. The only thing we know now is that the entire sector is now in chaos, and all planetary governors

They all have too much time to take care of themselves and have no ability to send reinforcements."

"Alas - in this case, I can only offer my final loyalty to the supreme God-Emperor. Go and order the guards to prepare to launch the Glorious Plan. Even if I die, I will drag these orcs with me to hell."

An extremely ferocious expression appeared on the planetary governor's face.

On a planet like this where there was no Chapter Astartes stationed, he and his family had already prepared for the worst case scenario.

Compared to being corrupted by the Chaos God of Warp, becoming the food of the Tyranids, being caught by the orcs and playing to death, directly detonating the energy source of the entire hive to create a nuclear fusion explosion, and dying neatly, it is a relief.

"You don't need to tell me that I have already made preparations. In fact, the people of the National Church are more active than you. The only thing we can do now is to pray for a miracle..."

Before he could finish his words, the confidant's pupils began to suddenly dilate rapidly, staring at the sky above him in stunned silence.

Because he has seen more than thirty warships suddenly appear in the orbit of the planet, followed by more than fifty armed transport ships, the laser and plasma weapons among them have begun to charge, and the macro cannons on the side are even more powerful.

The orc warships that are raging are about to appear.

The next second...

The overwhelming lasers, torpedoes and artillery shells fell from the sky, attacking the orcs on the ground like divine punishment.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dazzling firelight and explosions almost covered the entire battlefield, and the laser directly penetrated three orc warships, two of which instantly turned into huge fireballs and fell from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

Another one escaped the disaster by relying on the "waaaaagh" force field, and immediately turned its direction and launched a charge towards Moscat's fleet.

Although two battleships were sunk, the orcs were fearless and still shouted excitedly, waving their weapons and getting ready for collision and gang jumping.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! You must know that orcs are one of the few real-world creatures that can happily fight demons in subspace.

So small scenes like this are nothing to them.

Not to mention the numerical difference is only a dozen times or even dozens of times, even if there is another zero, it will still rush over without hesitation.

Because the pleasure brought by fighting and killing is to the orcs the same as sex and chemical narcotics are to humans. They are both seriously addictive and cannot be refused or withdrawn. At the same time, it is also the only meaning of their lives.

But Crowe, who was standing in the flagship command room, did not panic at all. He directly ordered without looking back: "Activate the main gun! Charge one percent! Crush these dirty and barbaric green-skinned bastards for me! Be careful.

Come on, don’t destroy the planet as well.”

"Hey! Please don't worry! Brochure orders! The main gun is charged one percent!"

"Charging completed!"

"Countdown to launch! Three, two, one!"

As the order was passed, the Star Destroyer cannon on the battleship suddenly began to flash with a dazzling light.

Before the orc warship could rush up, a dazzling beam of light directly engulfed it.

Although the invisible force field initially blocked the terrifying energy release, it completely collapsed in less than a tenth of a second, and the entire battleship was evaporated in an instant, not even a scrap of debris could be stopped.

After all, the "waaaaagh" force field is essentially a subspace energy shield, and the Star Destroyer Cannon produced by Zuo Si also draws energy from subspace.

Since both sides have the same type of energy, whoever is more powerful will naturally win.

Obviously, the number of Orks on this planet alone is not enough to support a shield that can withstand 1% of the charged power of the Star Destroyer Cannon.

No matter what, "my power of thinking" has its limits.

In addition, after destroying the Orc warship, the energy shock released by the main gun also spread to the ground, directly erasing hundreds of thousands of green-skinned Orc troops from the surface of the planet along with the battlefield.

It felt like someone had wiped a picture with an eraser, leaving a death mark with a depth of more than a kilometer on the spot, completely separating orcs and humans.

Almost at the same time, the railgun array was also roaring crazily, directing a saturation-covering blow directly at the charging orcs.

When these green-skinned monsters finally could no longer maintain their high fighting spirit and began to retreat, Crowe calmly began to order the troops to conduct airborne operations.

In the blink of an eye, densely packed landing craft began to set off carrying soldiers wearing power mechas and more than twenty huge magic mechas.

This landing force did not choose to land on the side close to the hive, but directly built an impenetrable fire network on the orcs' retreat path.

Especially the magic mecha with its shield system and automatic repair function of sparkling oil, it is an invincible god of death on the battlefield.

Whether it was the energy weapons with astonishing lethality or the trampling damage caused when moving, the orcs had the illusion of being invincible, and their morale further began to collapse.

The humans, on the other hand, began to cheer excitedly as if they had seen the savior coming.

Because in their view, the appearance of this kind of Titan mecha means that either a certain Astartes war group has arrived, or that Terra has finally found a way to send reinforcements to the dark side of the Empire.

No matter which result it is, it means that you are finally saved.

The planetary governor even collapsed on the chair in exhaustion, and kept kissing the portrait of the emperor hanging around his neck. He praised from the bottom of his heart: "Reinforcements! Reinforcements! We have finally waited for reinforcements! Thank you to the omnipresent great God Emperor!

The divine light you bloom will surely illuminate the entire galaxy!"

"Yes! We are saved!"

The confidants were obviously relieved, and their faces showed the joy of surviving the disaster.

As for the big soldiers on the front line who were almost sent away, they knelt on the ground to welcome the arrival of the "angels".

You must know that the power mechas equipped in the Moscat fleet are the same as those of the Astartes Chapter. There are basically no differences except for the painting and the smaller internal control room, so it is normal for them to be mistaken.

"Immediately arrange manpower to prepare a grand welcome ceremony. We must make these reinforcements feel our loyalty to the empire and the God-Emperor."

The planetary governor delivered a new mission in an unquestionable tone.

The confidant obviously noticed something, and quickly and carefully probed: "What do you mean..."

"Well, yes, I hope these reinforcements can stay with us for a while longer.

It is best to leave some supplies and industrial products such as troops or weapons and equipment.

You have to understand that once orcs appear on a certain planet, it is very difficult to completely eliminate them.

We may have to be mentally prepared for a long-term war with the orcs for a long time to come."

The planetary governor expressed his inner thoughts without any concealment.

"I understand, I'll make arrangements right away."

Without saying a word, the confidant bent down and bowed deeply, then quickly left the room and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

As we all know, in the Warhammer universe, whoever can firmly control the air (outer space) can unscrupulously launch orbital bombardments to suppress ground troops, or even completely slaughter them.

So from the moment the orcs' battleship was destroyed, the rest of the orcs had been reduced to lambs to be slaughtered, with no power to resist at all.
To be continued...