Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 199 Second Brother, lend a hand to your brother!
Mordred was completely numb when he saw the orcish markings that covered the surface of Euclis, with billions of giant cannons everywhere.

He had seen battle moons before; the battle moon of the Ran Dan alien had become Marton. He understood the logic, but why was it so big?
The moment the orcish celestial weapon, comparable in size to Terra, appeared, the gravitational fluctuations caused by its immense mass alone shattered the balance of the entire galaxy, and Euclius was instantly locked onto.

The earth gradually cracked, the tectonic plates were torn apart by the enormous gravity, and roaring, scorching lava pierced through the surface, splashing everything into the sky.

To everyone's surprise, Octalius, which had not yet been conquered, suffered a devastating blow. Forget about finding a way to retaliate, the entire planet's Void Shield Array was pulled into the sky.

Although Mordred enjoys building wonders and believes in the multi-turret cult that bigger is better and more is more beautiful, he absolutely does not want the enemy to have weapons of this scale.

The good news is that the Mushroom is tough and has the ability to float briefly. Apart from a few unlucky ones who were thrown into the void due to the instantaneous reversal of gravity, Atlas suffered very few casualties.

The Imperial fleet immediately activated its plasma engines, risking the shattering of its ship keels to escape the gravitational vortex.

The ground forces that were uprooted were not entirely wiped out. The atmosphere, also drawn by the battle moon, tightly enveloped these planetary fragments, preventing them from experiencing the most deadly extreme environments in the void.

The bad news is that this is just the beginning. Anyone who has studied high school physics can understand that as long as you are on a planet, no matter how high your paper airplane floats, it will eventually fall.

The boundaries between up, down, left, and right gradually blurred. To the surface defenders, everything was spinning. During the fall alone, a third of the soldiers died from being crushed inside.

If you remove the geological debris scattered throughout near-Earth orbit, the cyclone connecting the two worlds due to the enormous gravitational distortion must be considered magnificent. But in Mordred's eyes, Octalys, which he had cultivated for many years, was completely finished.

As expected, as the planet's gravity gradually stabilized, the landmass ejected into the sky was captured by gravity and began to crash into the surface with an unstoppable momentum.

"boom!"

Shock, explosion, and a catastrophe caused by sheer mass swept across Orctalius, instantly shattering humanity's proud home city.

In the face of such a devastating impact, luck becomes the most important factor in your survival.

A thunderstorm suddenly rose in the pitch-black sky, and black rain mixed with volcanic ash pelted Mordred's face. The rain extinguished the flames burning around him, but it ignited his anger.

Through the mental network, Mordred could see the Atlas fleet engaged in fierce battle with the orcs in the sky above, and he could also see Thousand, who was still fighting the orcs with her family.

The human fleet's artillery fire was completely ineffective, as it was all blocked by the supermoon's thick shield. Even if you tried to throw an extermination order, it would be blown up by the orbital array in mid-air.

All complaints were pointless. Mordred couldn't blame Magnus; if he were in Magnus's shoes, he would have thought of retreating too. Someone had to take the blame eventually.

"But I painstakingly saved up all of this by taking a little here and scraping together a bit there, #￥@%……Ah Minos!! Couldn't you have told me beforehand, you bastard?"

Such a huge loss was heartbreaking for Mordred, who was extremely stingy. Even the rubble pressing down on him hadn't caused him this much pain; he was practically breathing out Hakimi's breath in distress.

"Damn this place, Goff. Send the coordinates to Magnus, that one-eyed sunburnt Oglin, and have him lead the orcs to the planetary fortress."

"We absolutely cannot let these orcs escape! Lock them in and beat them to a pulp! And send someone to pick us up while you're at it! I want all orcs dead!"

Upon receiving the order, Goff did not hesitate and immediately sent the coordinates to the Radiant. But even for such a simple decoy operation, Magnus still had to add some tricks.

The Atlas, scattered among the ruins, rose into the air, and the sudden drop in temperature turned the gray rain into hail.

In an instant, a burst of psionic sparks flashed, and when the group opened their eyes again, they found themselves inside the Radiant Ship, where they saw a group of muscular psionic men casting a spell together in the hangar, with the red one being the most conspicuous.

"Second brother, I miss you so much... Ah~"

Before Magnus could finish speaking, he was slammed to the ground by a knight's kick, followed by a flurry of belts flying everywhere:
"Magnus, you bastard, you owe me Euclius!"

"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him, Your Highness! Please let go of Father! Your underwear is showing!"

Driven by their protective instincts, the thousand children rushed forward, grabbing Mordred's legs and pulling him backward. Even the dwarves, unable to bear the sight, stepped in to break up the fight, shouting, "Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, stop fighting!" "Where did these dwarves come from? Get out of here!"

Mordred, having vented his anger, pulled up his pants and, seeing that the useless pony was still secretly crying, grabbed him and slapped him across the face.

"What kind of look is that? And what's with those tears? You still dare to cry? Guilliman has already gone to support you. What are they supposed to do?"

Mordred's words only made things worse, as Pony became even more agitated, shouting, "No reinforcements! Nine hours later, then another nine hours! Seven whole days have passed, and that dog-like Guilliman still hasn't arrived!"

Now I understand. Guilliman is an ambitious guy. All the brothers were cursing him before, but I thought he was a good person.

However, he has now given me a huge surprise. I don’t believe anything can be delayed for seven days. It’s impossible that Guilliman would run into a large orc army as soon as he stepped out the door, right?
Even if we encountered an orc army, I could understand, but couldn't you at least send a Star Language communication to tell us to retreat? It's impossible that there are so many orcs that we don't even have a chance to send a Star Language message, and we receive nothing in return.

Perhaps relieved of the pressure, Magnus, who was slumped on the ground, complained bitterly: "What do you expect me to do? We only have so few men, and we also have to take a bunch of civilians with us to protect the passenger ship in the middle of the fleet."

"That's no excuse for deserting your post. Just hold on for another week, no, just three days, and I'll be there to support you. Atlas won't be late."

"Second brother, you have no idea what I'm facing. You think there's only one planet? Let me tell you, no. The supermoon that followed is called the Big Stomach, and there are two more over at Olympia. Three worlds of greens are coming at me alone. Who can withstand that? My legion is down to less than 30,000 men!"

Then another person stepped forward, dark-skinned like a native of Nocturne. After he spoke, Mordred recognized him as the old acquaintance, Kelly Fanny.

Contrary to her previous image as a noble princess, Kelifenne was far from being just a pretty face; she was the chief logistics officer for the Iron Warriors, and she went to the front lines when Olympia fell.
Her current appearance is a bit bizarre; her original two long legs have disappeared and been replaced by two bionic prosthetics. This is understandable, since injuries are inevitable in war, and the Empire is not resistant to mechanical modifications.

The only thing Mordred found abstract was that one of Kelfin's arms had been replaced with a power clamp that was clearly orcish in style, resembling that upstart known as Old One-Eyed:

“Your Highness, you have really misunderstood Mag. He has not left the battlefield since the orc invasion began, and has been fighting non-stop for more than a month.”

"Logically, the orcs should have collapsed in morale!" Mordred was already a little unsure of himself, but he still felt that the pony was being unfair.

“It’s different. These orcs are different from the previous greenskins. We’ve wiped out no less than 170,000 orcs the same size as the Dreadnoughts. We’ve put in 3 billion orcs, but now so many more have come.”

"..."

Looking at the group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people all staring at him, Mordred could see that they were all injured, and there were even a few short people who were half-dead.

"Hey, Little Ma, why didn't you say so sooner? If you had, I wouldn't have hit you. Don't be angry. It's all that good-for-nothing Guilliman's fault. Don't worry, your second brother will avenge you!"

"You're safe now that you're in Ningjing. I promise you'll all survive. Stop sighing and complaining; at least we made a successful evacuation, cheer up!"

With the legion in such a state, Magnus would have laughed long ago if he could. Their legion was already small in number, and now nearly 10,000 have died, almost matching Atlas's number.

"Second brother, how can you laugh?"

"Of course I'm laughing at those greenskins for being brave but reckless. My family's final high walls are as solid as a rock. Even if a battle comes, we won't be afraid of the moon. Besides, judging by the time, Xiao Mo will be here soon. When we're surrounded from three sides, those orcs will definitely not return."

"Really? Second Brother? I want that alien dead!"

“Really, you have to believe me. Listen, my son Goff sent me a message. It's probably Mortarian. Bring him in quickly.”

With morale low, some uplifting good news was needed, so Magnus immediately connected to the holographic projection. However, instead of Mortalian, what appeared was Karas, the first company commander of the Death Guard:
"Your Highness, something terrible has happened! Father has collapsed, severely injured, and we are being chased by orc aliens. Please help us!"

"..."

"retreat."

(End of this chapter)