Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 266 The Goldenest, the Biggest, the Brightest

Battle Moon.

A planet hollowed out and heavily modified by orcs, capable of autonomous warp travel and deployed into the real world for plunder as needed, though deploying such a terrifying device would take more time.

Because this thing is just too big.

To teleport an entire planet directly to the enemy's face, allowing its gravitational field to affect the enemy planet, causing severe geological disasters or even its disintegration.

Once inside a star system, the combat satellite will shatter the target planet with a powerful traction beam and suck its debris to its own surface to "grow".

Due to its enormous size, the Battle Moon can accommodate countless orc fleets and ground troops, launching a massive attack while tearing apart enemy surface defenders with gravity. When facing enemy fleets, its gravity weapon, the "Gravity Whip," can crush enemy battleships with a single shot.

The Battle Moon is the orcs' most powerful weapon.

However, such powerful and rugged tactical satellites are not entirely ineffective—ten thousand years ago, when the Emperor personally led an expedition against the Orcish Empire of Ulanor, he demonstrated his methods for dealing with them—simply killing the Orcish leader would cause the Orcish army to collapse.

Without the protection of the Waaaaagh field, the entire Battle Moon will shatter into pieces, and the orc army will fall into infighting and collapse.

The problem is that this kind of weapon is everywhere in the solar system today.

"The world of Adamantua has lost contact, and the Imperial Fist Company stationed there has most likely met with misfortune!"

"Our Star Speakers have gone mad, presumably due to an unknown psionic field, most likely originating from orcish aliens! Moreover, the entire world, and countless others, are reporting a dramatic increase in those falling into madness!"

"The last communications station in the Lepidus sector has gone completely silent. We're finished, sir."

Faced with a barrage of attacks from the Orcish Empire, even more ferocious than those of ten thousand years ago—back then they didn't have the power to directly crush the Holy Terra with the Battle Moon.

This ancient alien, almost forgotten by the human empire, has once again demonstrated its terrifying fighting instincts from ancient times.

No one could have predicted that the once mighty orc empire would rise again in such a short time.

At this very moment, large numbers of Space Marines are being deployed to various parts of the world to deal with rebellions, aliens, chaos, and heresy. The Blood Angels are fighting off the Zerg swarm in Baal and planning to revive the worlds that have been devoured and destroyed by them.

As for Ultra Warrior
The Ultramarines are rushing to the aid of Holy Terra! (Nine hours to go!)

Now, their greatest reliance is only the Imperial Navy fleet and the Star Force.

Even at this critical juncture with a formidable enemy at hand, the infighting within the Highlords Council has not subsided.

During the meeting, the Supreme Admiral refused to cooperate with the Imperial Guard and instead, for unknown reasons, gathered most of his fleet in the Gulf of Grogarcia.

The High Lords are once again embroiled in an internal power struggle as the High Admiral attempts to counter the influence of the Supreme Admiral in the Imperial Senate.

They accused each other of betraying the Emperor, and the Lord Inquisitor attempted a coup to install a naval admiral who was subservient to him in the other's position.

The entire High Lords Council was in complete chaos.

As for the Mechanic Church, they are still in hiding.

Even as the entire solar system is about to be engulfed by the orcish greenskins, the Mechanicus sages are still trying to hide the technology of the Dark Ages until the very end.

Amidst this chaos, the Battle Moon officially ascended into the skies above Holy Terra amidst the panicked gazes of the people.

"Hahahaha!"

"The end has come! Your insignificant actions cannot stop his inevitable victory!"

"At that time, Holy Terra will fall, and the galaxy will turn into a sea of ​​fire!"

The impassioned words came from the mouth of the Space Marine who resembled a thousand children—though it was unclear why a thousand children would stoop so low as to speak for the filthy orcs and proclaim the extinction of humanity.
But reality is just that bizarre—

"Has he gone mad? That damned Thousand Sons has actually fallen to this level. Tsk tsk tsk for the sake of leading those filthy, brainless orcs."

"They've really disgraced us Space Marines. As expected of the first traitor legion identified by the Emperor, it's already merciful enough that these guys weren't wiped out on the spot by the Emperor in Prospero."

"If it were me, there would be no more Chiko in this world after Prospero."

At the same time, a large number of Space Marines and the Custodians who were guarding the Terran palace arrived—although they did not want to send out such a fool, it seemed that the opponent's psionic power was indeed difficult to deal with, and the number of people sent to surround him kept increasing.

Inquisitors, Space Marines, Imperial Guards, and the Silent Sisters.

"Hahaha--"

Under the siege of numerous forces in Holy Terra, Kayan burst into laughter.

"Foolish followers of the false emperor! Can't you see the tragic fate that is destined for you?"

"Your world is destined to fall, your fate—"

"Uh-huh."

Kayan, who had been full of confidence, suddenly stopped, and his expression changed completely.

"what?"

"What do you mean the plan has changed? That the damned green-skinned aliens have caused the expedition fleet to urgently need repairs, and the thirteenth Black Expedition is therefore temporarily suspended?"

Kayan looked up at the battle moon hanging in the sky with some confusion.

Aren't these orcs reinforcements that you invited, Brother Dun?

Kayan was a little confused.

He seemed to have oversimplified things a little.

"Then what should I do now?"

Looking at the groups of Inquisitors, Space Marines, Imperial Guards, and Silent Sisters on the ground, and the shuttle that had just landed in the sky, seemingly unaware of what had happened—although he didn't know who the important figures on the shuttle were, the intensity of the psionic energy within was enough to make Kayan kneel down.

Yes, what should we do?

"Uh"

"Can we reconcile?"

Hey! Are you guys even listening to me?!

"I really wasn't sent by the orcs. I don't know any orcs at all, and the 'end' I mentioned doesn't involve orcs either—"

Unfortunately, no one was willing to listen to the clown continue.

"take away."

"Take this fool who has sided with the orcs into the dungeons of Terra Palace."

"You've got it wrong! I haven't sided with the Orc Empire, I'm here for the Black Legion's third... ooh!"

The impatient guards, under the control of Sister Silent, quickly removed the traitor's helmet, put a gag in his mouth, and then punched him hard in the abdomen to test if the device worked.

Perhaps because he inherited a wondrous genetic seed from Magnus, Kayan seems to have inherited some of his traits as well.

Incompetent bungler.

Chaos Warmaster! Chaos Warmaster Ezreal Abaddon!

He will come to save me! Until he truly unleashes his thirteenth black arc—

Even after his throat was blocked, he seemed to persist in transmitting signals using psychic powers.

He, Kayan, cannot let his illustrious reputation be ruined by these damned orcs!

One could argue that Brother Dun wouldn't come to his rescue, or that his act of rushing in before the outcome was even decided was foolish.

But it is absolutely wrong to think that Kayan is a spy sent by the Orc Empire!

"Alright. We can talk about this in jail, you traitor."

click!
It seemed as if some kind of device had been put on him to block out spiritual energy, and no sound came from the direction in which he was being escorted away by the Silent Sisters.

Despite his bruised and swollen face after his helmet was knocked off, he continued to shout silently, indicating that he seemed to have a hard time accepting being mistaken for an orc agent.

"But it seems that nobody cares about their existence. Abaddon's plan has probably failed again."

Unfortunately, judging from the final result, Kayan did not fulfill the mission entrusted to him by his brother Dun.

As representatives of the Ultramarines who were finally able to officially arrive before the start of the war, aside from the brief incident at the entrance of the Holy Terra Palace, Kasgar and his party, guided by the other side's envoys, entered the High Lord's office under the gravitational pull of the battle moon hovering high in the sky.

According to the Imperial Ministry officials, after this colossal battle moon descended upon the skies of Holy Terra, the Orcish Empire, faced with the current chaotic state of the Human Empire, did not choose to be the first to storm this tiny territory and wage war to its heart's content.

But they didn't.

Not only did they not, they also took the lead in bringing the orc envoys to the surface of Terra in a landing craft that looked relatively normal and seemed to be actually working. At this moment, negotiations are underway.

Diplomacy—a somewhat unfamiliar term to the human empire—is being brought up again—and it's ironic that the orcs are raising this issue before the humans.

"It's rather unusual for orcs—it's quite surprising that those warlike creatures would keep the battle moon suspended in mid-air."

Kasga couldn't help but sigh.

The orcish negotiators are currently holding talks in the Highlords' government, less than half a Terra hour before Kasgar arrives.

"Take us to the negotiation venue now. Under the Emperor's orders, I will personally negotiate with the orcs."

"But."

Are the Ultramarines going to personally participate in the negotiations?

However, according to the current requirements of the Empire's Astartes Codex, Astartes monks cannot directly participate in the Empire's domestic and foreign affairs (although this can be loosely considered diplomacy).

Especially now, on the eve of such a tense war.

They should be stationed at the nearby camp as arranged, then await and execute the results of the High Lords' negotiations. How could they possibly get involved?

"enough."

Kaska, too lazy to continue the long-winded conversation, simply said, "Lead the way."

"My lord, I understand. Please follow me." The other party nodded and changed their path.

According to the intelligence received by the Star Speakers, this Chapter Leader of the Phoenix Son is the savior of the Chaos Invasion of the Limit Starfield and the Emperor's chosen one.

The Emperor's Chosen One.

Indeed, it was under the powerful influence of this person possessed by the Emperor that the originally arrogant Chaos Demon was completely annihilated by his golden light, and all the scum that had once roamed the five hundred worlds was wiped out!
The prestige of being personally selected by the Emperor, coupled with the strong support of the Ultramarines, who were once the Regent's personal guards, has brought Casca's prestige to an extremely terrifying level.

Although he had only just set foot on the land of Holy Terra, the reputation of Charlotte, the Chapter Master of the Phoenix Sons, had already spread throughout half of the human world.

Moreover, with a formidable enemy at hand and the High Lords still fighting amongst themselves, people can't help but yearn for the emergence of a hero.

A being capable of representing the Emperor's will stands up against those old and foolish High Lords.
Or perhaps the Emperor's favorite angel—the Ultra Warrior!
Isn't this exactly what all Terrans have been waiting for?

Not daring to be negligent for a moment, the imperial envoy leading the way quickly brought along Casca, his adjutant, the second company commander of the Ultramarines, and other high-ranking imperial officials from the Ultramarines.

"Waaaaagh!"

"Useless trash, idiot, bah! Cowardly snot-nosed brat!"

"They're all snotty-nosed, they stink! They stink even more than Skull!"

The angry roar in the orcish tone, accompanied by the sound of a hand slamming on the table, was clearly audible to Kasgar and the others standing on the steps.

Although the orcs did evolve diplomats, it seems the other party's tone wasn't one of diplomacy.

"You dare call yourself a lord in front of me? Your fleet is even less useful than the toys we tech-savvy kids put together. Your shrimp will be completely wiped out by our slashing!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Just as Kasgar pushed open the conference room door, a burst of gleeful laughter came from the orcs sitting at the negotiating table.

"Our wild beasts wouldn't even look at a bunch of cowardly shrimps like you! You're not even as brave as the most timid snotty devil here!"

Orcs typically speak a primitive, low-level Imperial Gothic language that is poorly pronounced and contains a mix of other "orc" words.

Therefore, communication was possible for both orcs and humans. Most orcs communicated through this rudimentary form of Gothic language.

He casually crossed his legs, one eye covered by a gold-plated monocle with a red glow, while several sycophants behind him waved tattered gold flags to cheer him on.

His attire was similar to that of an orc, but perhaps due to tribal characteristics or a symbol of strength, he wore an unusual amount of gold jewelry, making him look like a nouveau riche.

The orcs have risen up, haven't you been notified yet?
Opposite the arrogant orc negotiator sat a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, wearing a magnificent navy coat, and an elderly man in military uniform beside him.

Several high-ranking officials followed behind them, all bowing respectfully—but faced with the orc's insults, they could only turn pale and remain silent.

In the previous Void Sea Battle, humanity witnessed for the first time just how terrifying the Orcish Empire had become.

The number of battle moons in the Orc Empire far exceeded the imagination of all the admirals—almost at the same time the war began, battle moons began to appear in every corner of the Sun Starfield.

Although there was an extremely small chance that they would perish together with the enemy ships through a self-destruction, even the Supreme Admiral had no better solution than the unexpected and overwhelming orc fleet.

Even the psionic boy self-destruction method recorded in the Astartes Codex, used to counter the orc Waaaaagh force field—a method identified by successive generations of the Exile Order as the best way to deal with orc aliens—has proven ineffective in dealing with these filthy and savage bastards.

With the majority of the Space Marines deployed across the galaxy and unable to provide immediate relief, they decided to accept the Ork's suggestion: stall for time and wait for the Ultramarines to return and provide reinforcements.

Now, they've finally gotten what they've been waiting for.

But it's definitely not about waiting until they walk right up to the negotiating table.

"It's the Ultramarines—what are you doing here?"

“Extreme Kid, what Extreme Kid?” the orc continued, “Hahaha, stop pretending you have a lot of shrimp, you idiot! No matter how many blue boys you have, our boss will smash your heads into your necks one by one!”

"Wait, negotiations are temporarily suspended—I'm sorry, but according to the regulations of High Lord Gog van Diehl of the Ministry of the Interior and the Codex Astartes, you are not allowed to be here."

"The Holy Scriptures?"

Kasgar did not back down: "When you talk to the orcs, why don't you use him to threaten them?"

Look at yourselves!

His voice suddenly grew louder, making the officials' ears hurt a little (if they hadn't been replaced with mechanical parts yet).

"enough!"

"I said, enough is enough!"

"The alien fleet is already hovering above the skies above Holy Terra, an humiliation unlike anything seen since the Great Rebellion ten thousand years ago!"

"At this critical moment for the survival of humanity, what are you all doing? Do you really think you have the right to speak on behalf of the millions of worlds within the human empire?"

Casca showed no mercy to the other party.

At this point, there's no point in showing any mercy anymore.

"But what else can we do, Space Marines?"

"Based on your individual contributions to the empire, do you really have the right to stand here and criticize our actions?"

The older, uniformed lord was visibly trembling with anger.

Where did this idiot come from? How dare he disregard the Holy Scriptures and cause trouble in the High Lords' negotiation room?

What level do they have to dare to talk back to them?
"Yes."

A flash of golden-red flames passed over his body, revealing a magnificent purple-gold armor that was distinct from the insignia of the Ultramarines.

After enduring for so long, finally, finally I can officially reveal my identity today.

He took off his helmet and, amidst the continuous gasps of surprise in the meeting, continued to look at the High Lord whose expression had drastically changed.

"That's... Hero Kasgar?"

"He's back? I heard that was the embodiment of the Emperor's power—it really is him!"

"Hero Casgar is here! We're all saved!!!"

"Yes, I'm back."

"Now, Leopold Frank, the spokesperson for the Wandering Merchants, report to me whether your treasonous actions have betrayed our expectations of ten thousand years."

Amidst the whispers of the crowd, after a slumber of ten thousand years, Kasgar was finally able to reappear on Holy Terra and reveal his true form.

"Me! I—"

The other party seemed to stammer under Casca's questioning.

"I never imagined that the empire ten thousand years from now would be so ugly and repulsive."

Casca frowned and slowly closed his eyes.

Didn't see it.

I really didn't see it.

Shortly after, it opened its eyes again quickly.

But no matter what, he was determined to save this human empire from its predicament.

"Just as I did ten thousand years ago, I fought against the deepest darkness, and from it, guided by the Emperor's Light, I found the last glimmer of hope for humanity."

"And now, ten thousand years later, our perilous situation remains the same. So—"

Casca's voice rose again.

"—Now, who is willing to follow me—"

"—Another expedition?!"

Not only was he directed at the imperial bureaucrats present, but just as he entered the conference room, he used his highly effective psionic power to project his figure and voice towards most of Terra's despairing city!

"Waaaaagh!!!"

The first to respond to Kasgar was the orc negotiator.

The guy seemed quite excited about his sudden interruption to the meeting.

"Great! Great! Very impressive!!!"

"However—our boss, Beast, he's the best, the most golden, the most Waaaaagh kid of all!!!"

"Your Beast Empire won't... wait—who?"

Casca was stunned.

Who?
"You mean—the Beast, he's the kid?!"

"Brother Di! Waaaaagh!"

"The most golden, brightest, and largest in the entire galaxy—Emperor Brother!!!"

As he spoke, the orc revealed an expression of longing and admiration. At the same time, he glanced at the group of high lords, displaying extreme anger and disappointment.

Fuck!
What happened to Brother Di's boys? They've all turned into this horrible mess!

You little brat!

The snotty little brat!
"You bunch of worthless bastards have let him down, now!"

"We will continue his work, continue his—"

"Da Yuan Waaaaagh!!!!"

(End of this chapter)